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Cradle of filth-Absinthe With Faust |
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Pour the emerald wine |
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Into crystal glasses |
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We will touch the divine |
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Through kissed catharsis |
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Let us pitch to the seven-year itch |
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Of the ultra-decadent |
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To a tainted world and the painted girls |
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That our fantasies spent |
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Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes |
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Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams |
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A toast to those most sacrilegious of days |
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Where for every whim won |
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One soon repays |
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We touched the stars |
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That now laugh from afar |
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At we, the damned |
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The damned |
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The damned |
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The damned |
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We have spent our time |
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Drenched in opulent splendour |
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But when midnight chimes |
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Will gilded souls surrender? |
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Let us drink on the giddying brink |
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Of pools of excrement |
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All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz |
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Mephistopheles lent |
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I remember the night as if it were engraved |
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A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves |
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To the shore from the moon and by Her grace |
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Came that erudite stranger |
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That ****er |
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He was a predator, creditor cold |
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Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll |
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And all that glittered was not gold |
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But we wanted everything |
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And for it all lost our souls |
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Come my friend, to fate let's raise |
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Two finger shots at this our last soiree |
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For tomorrow I fear |
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Swoops all too deadly near |
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This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate |
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We touched the stars |
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That now laugh from afar |
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At we, the damned |
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The damned |
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The damned |
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The damned |
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He was a predator, creditor cold |
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Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll |
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And all that glittered was not gold |
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But we wanted everything |
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And for it all lost our souls |
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Our souls |
