[Bitter Suites To Succubi] - 09. The Black Goddess Rises II (исполнитель: Cradle Of Filth)
Thee I invoke, bornless one all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle no church shall bar our path seductive Evil drink your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms You are in my dreams the darkness in my eyes the rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart we could kill them all if our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire to harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever [bad word] to me...Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine [bad word] to me...Black Goddess arise) under seven stars we came together [bad word] to me...Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age's decline [bad word] to me...ARISE!) Ishtar my [bad word] forth to me and help me seize my future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their [bad word] nazarene Ah...the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war the virgin raped shall seek to [bad word] She-wolf bare your snarling jaw