| Governed by the moon
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| She’s a bold headmistress
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| I am lycanthropic
|
| Too evolved to miss this
|
| Opportunity to taste
|
| The pausing lamb
|
| By the grace of heaven
|
| Come the claws
|
| I am
|
| Emerging with the hunger
|
| Scented blood a tease
|
| Urges surging under
|
| Thunder bludgeoning pleas
|
| Bathing in the afterglow
|
| Of Set let free
|
| On the scarlet march of woe
|
| To a dead set destiny
|
| True nature’s stark decree
|
| The crude dripping whipping
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| Off the back of need
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| We are lost souls amok
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| The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok
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| The crossed pounding holy flock
|
| Like a werewolf blitzkrieg
|
| I am stuck on a killing spree
|
| A premature star
|
| That shot reprieve
|
| So f*ck you Lady sympathy
|
| Just thank your lucky scars
|
| You’re not for me
|
| The moon is drifting
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| Through a dark hypnotic garden
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| Her spells are waxing gibbous
|
| And my heart it starts to roar
|
| Just thank your lucky scars
|
| Sat astride my rearing nightmares
|
| The abhorrence King. |
| Death bound in glory
|
| I see their idle tide in fear now turn there
|
| Before these evil jaws that leave no story
|
| This rancour soon will pass
|
| Just thank your lucky scars
|
| Chosen by the moon
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| She’s a cold seductress
|
| Frozen to the bone
|
| She’s compelled to suck this
|
| Lust from out my veins
|
| To assert her rule
|
| From the able mouth of Cain
|
| Spurt the things I do
|
| Howling at the ether
|
| Like a beast in heat
|
| Burning with a fever
|
| For the seasonal meat
|
| I shall never gloat
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| On what the sufferer sees
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| My teeth are in their throat
|
| Blood is draining me of speech
|
| True nature’s stark decree
|
| The brute, finger licking
|
| From his sickening feats
|
| We are lost souls amok
|
| The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok
|
| The crossed, pounding holy flock
|
| Like a werewolf blitzkrieg
|
| I am stuck on a killing spree
|
| A premature star
|
| That shot reprieve
|
| So f*ck you Lady sympathy
|
| Just thank your lucky scars
|
| Your not like me
|
| Just thank your lucky scars
|
| Sat astride my rearing nightmares
|
| The abhorrence King. |
| Death bound in glory
|
| I see their idle tide in fear now turn there
|
| Before these haunted shores of purgatory
|
| Just thank your lucky scars
|
| Governed by the moon
|
| She’s a bold headmistress
|
| I am lycanthropic
|
| Too evolved to miss this
|
| Opportunity to taste
|
| The pausing lamb
|
| By the grace of heaven
|
| Come the claws
|
| I am
|
| Emerging with the hunger
|
| Scented blood a tease
|
| Urges surging under
|
| Thunder bludgeoning pleas
|
| Bathing in the afterglow
|
| Of Set let free
|
| On the scarlet march of woe
|
| To a dead set destiny |