[Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
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[Music: T.E.Tunheim]
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Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied
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had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide
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whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
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the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself
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Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy
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can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee...
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Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
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the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself
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I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died
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once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide...
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Everyone was bored with love
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-and God was never more distant
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Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity
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luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere
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I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives
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all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there
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Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate
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love laid in exhile's chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...
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Faretheewell, faretheewell...one kiss and I'll descend into the blooming pits of hell
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The darling deeds of autumn
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the dying buds of May
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Cupid painted dour with lust
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raining energy as we decay...
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The Dying Buds Of May
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Enslavement Of Beauty |