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The feast of fools, 1308 |
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As January slipped into the grip of winter |
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A leather leash tightened' |
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Round the throat of fate, fate, fate, fate |
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Amidst the flock, disease and dementia |
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Night was blighted more than ever before |
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With screams of lust and obscene adventure |
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And scenes of raw debauch |
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The darkness was aroused with every kiss |
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And all who fell under it's spell |
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Were one foul step from the abyss |
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One foul step from the abyss, one foul step |
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Sacred village there in all hallows fair |
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Feared the templars and their |
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QueenFor Lilith compared to a royal nightmare |
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When she steered their tempestuous |
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Fever-dreams |
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The beast was loose and beauty party |
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To the horrors of this sonorous whore |
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A seducer, |
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Medusa, a frozen |
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HecateCloned, cloned, coned, cloned |
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Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer |
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Growing stronger with each whimpering dog |
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Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers |
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Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity |
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The darkness was aroused with every kiss |
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And all who fell under its spell |
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Were one foul step from the abyss |
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One foul step from the abyss, one foul step |
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Love was drugged by a copious vendor |
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A train of servants for here decadent games |
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Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendor |
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Vain Lilith spread her wings again |
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Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation |
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Lit the towers, very presence declared |
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They watch with lust, despair and veneration |
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For the Goddess scatted naked there |
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The painted eye of the storm |
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Plagues of sin, played to win |
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All hearts and souls in thrall |
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To her embraced, her fatal whims |
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Desire meant to conquer all |
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Until that fateful day, 1308 |
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With a force blessed by the |
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Kings of Hate |
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Facing winter gray to disintegrate |
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Once noble halls |
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The villagers in a belligerent horde |
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Fraught daughters fanning flames |
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Rose like pillars for their militant |
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LordThoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins |
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They assailed the fort beyond the woods |
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As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight |
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Many lost their sanity at what they |
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Fought, fought, fought, fought |
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Amidst those walls, creed of dementia |
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Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge |
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Put to the sword, freed from their calenture |
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The great estate was given straight to the church |
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Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead |
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But that she drank the blood of many men |
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That dark night, it was said |