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In an age crucified by the nails of faithWhen rank scarecrows of christ blighted landsAn aloof Countess born an obsidian wraithDared the abyss knowing well She was damnedHer life whispered grief like a funeral marchTwisted and yearning, obsessed an entrancedWith those succumbing to crueltyCrushed 'neath the gait of Her danceA whirlwind of fire that swept through the briersOf sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped...She demanded the Heavens and forever to gleanThe elixir of Youth from the pureWhilst Her lesbian fantasiesReamed to extremesO'er decades unleashedCame for blood's silken cureBut Her reign ended swiftlyFor Dark Gods dreamt too deepTo heed Her pleasWhen Her gaolers were assailedWith condemnations from a priestWho'd stammered ritesIn the dead of nightSongtexteFor maidens staining winding sheetsAnd She postured proudWhen Her crimes were trowelledAnd jezebelled to peasant lipsThough She smelt the firesThat licked limbs higherTo the tortured cunts of accomplicesSo ends this twisted fable's worthAnd though spared the pyre's biteBy dint of nobled bloodlined birthHer sins [crimes] garnered Her no respiteForever severed from the thrill of coming nightWhere slow Death alone could grant Her flight"The Spirits have all but fled judgementI rot, alone, insane,Where the forest whispers puce laments for meFrom amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbaneBeyond these walls, wherein condemnedTo the gloom of an austere tombI pace with feral madness sentThrough the pale beams of a guiltless moonWho, bereft of necrologies, thusCommands creation over the earthWhilst I resign my lips to deathA slow cold kiss that chides rebirthThough one last wish is bequathed by fateMy beauty shalt wilt, unseenSave for twin black eyes that shalt come to takeMy soul to peace or Hell for company"My soul to Hell for company Aus Songtexte Mania