The Principle of Evil Made Flesh
Cradle Of Filth lyrics
Cradle Of Filth lyrics
"Darkness Our Bride (Jugular Wedding) Lyrics"
Comment Lui Dire Lyrics
Nos voitures dorment en bas comme des bbs Et la Soul Music trane sur la bande F.M. Il n'reste que du brouillard sur les chanes de tl Y'a quelque chose entre nous Quelque chose qu'on aime E
Nos voitures dorment en bas comme des bbs Et la Soul Music trane sur la bande F.M. Il n'reste que du brouillard sur les chanes de tl Y'a quelque chose entre nous Quelque chose qu'on aime E
From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
beloved by Set
may the winds gather her together
from the secrets of men
after thousands of years of terrifying silence
she comes again
(All Destroyer)
The abolition of the yeshua begins...
Shattered are the icons of the worthless
the Goddess scorned is a Valky
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas Lyrics
(Ralph Blane/Hugh Martin) Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas
rie born(Ralph Blane/Hugh Martin) Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas
scattered are the wings of the virulent holy
leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs
World without end
cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil
dusk in her eyes
torn bloody weeping skies
darkness will hasten to devour
and the weak will flee or die
Sie sind es die sich
anderlieb festhalten
fuer immer betend auf knien
vor der (fi
Teco Teco Lyrics
Pereira da Costa/Milton Villela) Teco, teco, teco teco Teco na bola de gude Era o meu viver Quando crian?a no meio da garotada Com a sacola do lado S? jogava pra valer<
nisteren) goettenPereira da Costa/Milton Villela) Teco, teco, teco teco Teco na bola de gude Era o meu viver Quando crian?a no meio da garotada Com a sacola do lado S? jogava pra valer<
I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine
Abandonment unto Our Lady
With a quenchless thirst for the infinite
For Her that exists beyond all knowledge
Storming from tired centuries
Under the glare of a waxing death-moon
Terrible beauty of love severed
Rip the baby from the virginal womb
The blood of Jesus
Is the wine of the dead
And the
Christmasblues again Lyrics
Waarom zou ik blijven liggen Als ik niet hoef op te staan Waarom zou ik blijven liggen Als ik niet hoef op te staan Is dit het kerstgebeuren Of is eenzaamheid de naam I've got them o
drunken angelsWaarom zou ik blijven liggen Als ik niet hoef op te staan Waarom zou ik blijven liggen Als ik niet hoef op te staan Is dit het kerstgebeuren Of is eenzaamheid de naam I've got them o
Bleed with incest
The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts
And yield the swords that sever and stain
There will be no act or passion wrought
That shall not be attributed to Her names
To the name of Baphomet:
Artemis, Bastet, Astarte
I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising
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