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Meeting behind the iron sling My brandy tongue was like a caterpillar thing Suzy-hung up on Joan of Arc Cloudily gave me the key to the dark Scraping
of weeping death Tiamat, dark serpent Lord of the morbid priests Enraged with hate for god The priests of chaos chant From the book of the worm They
Blasphemous dark angel Lord of the fathers depths Covered with the signs of the dead Necromancer of forbidden art Wrapped in mysteries of darkness
become worms (I feel good as new, good as new, good as new, good as new....) The people are dead, but the money keeps talking [Aesop] Another dark night
to hear this part: I am Whore and Holy One Here to destroy everyone Harvest Moon and Evil Eye Behind me the Sun does die- He has established the Darkness
Hart] I'm telling you, that's the truth. My wife has nothing to do with it. She won't hurt a worm. Not even a worm. Until I fired the first shot, then
deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt
Of their dark seductive songs She drifted from the path She was surely set upon Courting chaos, prized in sight Of the covering angel, taught in ways
in fugue through the crack of doom The goat of mendes I set regime In the galley of the shadow of death... Angels in raiments As pure as coal Taking
numbers too great to discern The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom Espied gasping breath under dark-
in fugue through the crack of doom The goat of Mendes, I set regime In the galley of the shadow of death Angels in raiments as pure as coal Taking their
total armageddon justified genocide of all the scum which ride the earth. Perversion of all puritans motherfuckers sodomization of the holy whores. Raum, Angel
I can do is keep you all in the dark Hey there believers Thanks for another sympathetic remark But I can't see who is watching over me Only dark clouds
out the stigma A murder done in portrait Burn up the fortress The last unholy reject Papa, oom, mow, mow Papa, oom, mow Burn as the angels Worm into
of my world seen through membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal scales riveted together, glowing iridescent in the pitch-dark
not so deep That water's not so dark Flood of water, bitter sea That did you like you needed me Perfect, perfect angel With a dirty mouth A perfect angel
