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  • Текст песни Enslavement Of Beauty - The Dying buds of May

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    Blister'd be their envious tongues, cut 'em well like a cunt yet to be satisfied
    had I only the poison mixed, the sharp vengeance knife, the suicide
    whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
    the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself

    Cut me out of the tragedy, exhibit me as I wear thy lunacy
    can heaven be so envious, as to keep me in absence fro' thee...

    Whilst dry sorrow drinks our blood, the torture still roars in dismal hell
    the mortal paradise of such sweet flesh became the purgatory, (indeed) the (very) hell itself

    I desecrated the disgusting cross upon which the prince of lies apparently died
    once upon a November cold when I cunningly committed my suicide...

    Everyone was bored with love
    -and God was never more distant

    Affliction is enamoured of thy lovely parts, and thou art wedded to calamity
    luciferous serpentine, hid with a flowering face, appearing everywhere
    I was infected with thy poison, my tongue profoundly possessed by affirmatives
    all slain, all dead, the tragedy was woe enough, if it had only ended there

    Exhilarated to death in bondage unison, filling the soulvoid with hate
    love laid in exhile's chains, so what the hell is there to celebrate...

    Faretheewell, faretheewell...one kiss and I'll descend into the blooming pits of hell

    The darling deeds of autumn
    the dying buds of May
    Cupid painted dour with lust
    raining energy as we decay...

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