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Cradle of Filth - Hammer of the Witches - The Vampyre at My Side
Hammer of the Witches
01. Walpurgis Eve
02. Yours Immortally…
03. Enshrined in Crematoria
04. Deflowering the Maidenhead, Displeasuring the Goddess
05. Blackest Magick in Practice
06. The Monstrous Sabbat (Summoning the Coven)
07. Hammer of the Witches
08. Right Wing of the Garden Triptych
09. The Vampyre at My Side
10. Onward Christian Soldiers
11. Blooding the Hounds of Hell
Accompanied by bloodshed
Neath the reaper's sallow craw
In league with fallen angels
Came a wolf unto my door
A portrait of perfection
Potent her siren song
I spread my dreams beneath her feet
And hade them royally pissed upon

Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul
Cloying
She exudes a lure more animal than human
Intoxicating chemistry
Baiting masturbators with a dominant handshake
This wicked bitch
Cruella to the bone
Each vivid stich just ties me to her throne
In exhautation
She builts on endless lies
Mircalla, Maleresian
Architect of my demise

Burning with the witching sickness of a tortured sould
Toying
I shudder at her touch so wonderful
Akin to a helpless pin
Snatch in maiden flight by a savage magnet
She's the boot heel kiss of annihilation

Gilded cunt worship
A world of hormones swarming south
As insects hived in her succulent skull
Make a beeline for the honey mouth
My life once breathed like a ouija board
Just ghosts of 'yes', mostly ignored
So I wished for her and like tragedy she came
Dispensing Haterd

Death amongst us all
The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball
Is a creature who has leached me, beautiful
And beguiling in enticing wishpers
And lest she breaks the fall
Be prepared for shattered miracles
The moon has never shone so red and terrible
As on that night my madlie rose to kiss her

Strife then seethed like a terrible sea
Burial in a life lost prematurely
Classic Poe had no horrors on me
When her claws had dug deep enough

Once hurting, for certain
A curtain of dark ravens has risen
Asserting 'nevermore'!
Nevermore!

Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul
Joying
In the turn of her infernal screws
Laughter masked Saturnalia
As the mallet in my linen wished her grin on anew
That wicked bitch
Cruella to the bone
Each vivid stich just tied me to her throne
In exhautation
She built on endless lies
Mircalla, Maleresian
Architect of my despise

In exhautation
My sweet revenge presides
For I have lived through Sodom and tomorrow
And the vampyre at my side