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At the very start |
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There were whispers in the dark |
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And for all the world to see |
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There was witchcraft at its heart |
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And on the autumn air |
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The scent of bonfires everywhere |
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And a fell wind stirred the leaves... |
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The persecution song |
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Telltale signs of possession |
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Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed |
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Gasps she just could not suppress |
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After lights-out midst the dead |
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And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness |
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Time was running faster for disaster |
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Strange nights were burning |
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In the furnace of her dreams |
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A name was uttered, Lilith |
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Mistress, Playmate, Master |
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Such sights were stolen in the throes of !ecstasy |
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And in the thick of all |
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In the Black Goddess's thrall |
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With the wood unseen for trees |
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Victoria stood tall |
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Promiscuous in step |
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The Devil breathing down her neck |
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As jealous apiece...zealots stitched |
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The persecution song |
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Telltale signs of possession |
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Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared |
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To her Sisters of the cloth |
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She now reeked of Astaroth |
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Again the curse had surfaced |
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Sneaking back the pagan YEARS |
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Weaving webs of great revealing |
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Hidden in the convent |
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An evil libido abided, undone |
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Breathing, deceiving |
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Feasting on her deviant feelings |
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She'd clung to her crucifix |
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Once her torturers begun |
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Her came screams quick |
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The miserichord |
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Den to vice and screw |
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That had reddened many tongues |
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Wrung symphonies |
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Of suffering from her |
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! |
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Many moons hardened pure hearts |
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Those plagued by her black arts |
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Their rooms secreting phantom orgies |
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Vile rites and rifled graves |
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Mere hours, now towered |
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Above this bent and beaten flower |
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Her naked body privy to |
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The Abbess and her WAYS |
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Victoria fought |
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No guilt was wrought |
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Just a torrid blasphemiesretort of |
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Nails and crosses vomited forth |
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From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell |
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Arched like Hell |
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At the very start |
| [04:16.25] |
There were whispers in the dark |
| [04:18.50] |
And for all the world to see |
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There was witchcraft at its heart |
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But then the end grew nigh |
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A dirge inferno filled the sky |
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In its customary key... |
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The persecution song |
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Telltale signs of obsession |
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No wailing banshee would dishonour their name |
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Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak |
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Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke |
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They hanged her there like Judas |
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With the Hellcat in her REINED |
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Time was running faster for disaster |
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Exorcism, torture, gallows |
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Now a shallow GRAVE |
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A name was stuttered, Isaac |
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Tongue-tied, simple, bastard |
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They made the him pitdig |
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Mindless of what it claimed ! |
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Mindless of what it claimed |
