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[ISTORIK]

VenoM - Don't burn the witch!!!

The witches brew a pot of hate
with lizard, but and man,
With a smile, they laugh their spells
Astir, with wretched hand,
calling demons - Baphomet
and Mephistopheles...
The tattered firyres cackle
as their mortal victims bleed...

Don't burn the witch!!!
The ways of hell aren't wrong.
Don't burn the witch!!!
Let them brew their song

The witches of the blackened arts
are cunning, cruel and mean,
persecuted by religion.
God - the man unseen
beastial malevolence
is chartered in their bones...
Leave the unreal house of God
and burn in hell @ (at) home!!!

Eye of lizard,
wing of bat,
testicle of man,
tongue of eagle,
brain of rat,
Jesus Christ's left hand...

The witches make the voodoo doll -
a toy taboo in heaven...
They dance around the pentagram,
in search of rape by Satan...
Leave the heart and blood of men
in cauldrons laced in sin,
add the arsenic, hemlock, pus
triumph takes the wings

[Warrior Of Ice]

CRADLE OF FILTH - QUEEN OF WINTER, THRONED


"Even a man who is pure in the heart
And speaks in prayer by night
May become a wolf when the wolfsbane blooms
And the winter moon is bright"

Iniquitous, I share Carmilla's mask
A gaunt mephitic voyeur on the black side of the glass
Peering through the mirror deep dark and ominous
Consorting themes, demons I weave
Subservience from thee to lust

I am Corinthian light
Sharp-eyed, impassive whore
Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor
Lure me panthered Faustia with cunt and veiled womb
To prowl thy inner sanctum walls in Tirgoviste to resume
Control

Seduction, my obsessive art
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars
Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart
Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed
Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms
'Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath
When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined
And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind

Fires work in me, a lithe supremacy
I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies
Impaler Lord, flesh upon the sword
My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war

I am thirst, spearheaded hunger
Sacrament and pain
Nails raked in savagery
When the cruel Countessa came

Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon
Of Draconian design

A love that never dies
Nefarious as her winds
Stirring silhouettes to rise

When stars fall pale
And to drown back in Her eyes
Is to madden ghosts within
To unhinge a thousand sins
From Death's dark vale

"Blessed be these spells of winter
Unto us that wait with patience in
This secret garden
To storm our way into another
As yes undone"

Desert claims Eden and Hyperborean
Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun
Iconoclast, before thee angels clasped
In nakedness their ochre flesh
Shall yield to thy advance

She is all to me - mysterious, alive
The howling in the deep woods
When cold festal stars aligned

A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil
Yesod vested in despotic upheaval
Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow
Forgotten ones enter as above, so below

The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent
When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend
From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness
Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead

Queen of Winter, throned
The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses
Vestal masturbation, purity overthrown

Darkness in raven feathered dress
Sides with Death at chess
Their pawns are many and the enemy - powerless

When the miscreants fell dead
She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night
And the bestial floor shook with terrible life
I rise before thee Queen
To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak
To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath
Satanic Tyranny