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Message: <blockquote data-quote="uchiha tobi" data-source="post: 9388527" data-attributes="member: 323568">The persecution songsomething to kickoff your mind<img src="http://img228.imageshack.us/img228/8233/darklydarklyvenusaversa.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" />The Persecution SongCradle Of FilthAt the very startThere were whispers in the darkAnd for all the world to seeThere was witchcraft at it's heartAnd on the autumn airThe scent of bonfires everywhereAnd a fell wind stirred the leaves...The persecution songTelltale signs of possessionLittle Miss Demeanour in the demons bedGasps she just could not suppressAfter lights-out midst the deadAnd a past on which sin cast it's darts of wickednessTime was running faster for disasterStrange nights were burningIn the furnace of her dreamsA name was uttered, LilithMistress, playmate, masterSuch sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasyAnd in the thick of allIn the Black Goddess's thrallWith the wood unseen for treesVictoria stood tallPromiscuous in stepThe Devil breathing down her neckAs jealous zealots stitched apiece...The persecution songTelltale signs of possessionFickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappearedTo her Sisters of the clothShe now reeked of AstarothAgain the curse had surfacedSneaking back the pagan yearsWeaving webs of great revealingHidden in the conventAn evil libido abided, undoneBreathing, deceivingFeasting on her deviant feelingsShe'd clung to her crucifixOnce her torturers begunHer screams came quickThe miserichordDen to vice and screwThat had reddened many tonguesWrung symphoniesOf suffering from herMany moons hardened pure heartsThose plagued by her black artsTheir rooms secreting phantom orgiesVile rites and rifled gravesMere hours, now toweredAbove this bent and beaten flowerHer naked body privy toThe Abbess and her waysVictoria foughtNo guilt was wroughtJust a torrid retort of blasphemiesNails and crosses vomited forthFrom this pretty little whore now arched like HellArched like HellAt the very startThere were whispers in the darkAnd for all the world to seeThere was witchcraft at it's heartBut then the end grew nighA dirge inferno filled the skyIn it's customary key...Telltale signs of obsessionNo wailing banshee would dishonour their nameNuns dragged her to the blasted oakStorm-clouds threatened holy smokeThey hanged her there like JudasWith the Hellcat in her reinedTime was running faster for disasterExorcism, torture, gallowsNow a shallow graveA name was stuttered, IsaacTongue-tied, simple, bastardThey made him dig the pitMindless of what it claimed</blockquote>

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