Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood
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Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust
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Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips
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All around your vagina, down on your hips
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I may be old
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But still I breathe
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Therefore I am
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I may be old
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But still I move
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And lead this dance
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I smeared your dirty wings with an ancient oil
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Made out of serpents, bats and soil
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Take your broken wings and try to fly again
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Down into the abyss, through the eternal flames
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Behold the beautiful landscape below
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Watch it with respect and see what it has to show
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This is where the future meets the past
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Where the time stands still and the first becomes the last
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I took a piece of your heart
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I took a piss on your soul
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I spit on your feeble church
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I disgraced your holy whore
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I want to see the daughters of the moon
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Dance on the blood-red tide
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Wearing nothing but their funeral dress
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So innocent, with nothing to hide
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I may be old
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But still I breathe
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Therefore I am
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I may be old
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But still I move
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And lead this dance
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Misty Autumn Dance
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Abyssos |