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Mistress From The Sucking Pit



Cradle Of Filth - Mistress From The Sucking Pit - Текст песни

Oh dear God 
It is midnight in the labyrinth 

The night is set to taint the painted halls 
Moonlight is our cue 
The candelabra flicker at your passing gall 
I swear they're dancing just for you 
The dead leaves rustle on the manor lawns 
As a light breeze whispers through 
The call of wolves. the owls lament 
Our screams shall soon soar skyward too 

Mistress from the sucking pit 

All the world crawls lovesick at her feet 
The stars are passing observations 
Her voice is music, her legs go on 
Shes got full orchestration 
And been known to use it 
But trepidation is a far slicker song 

Amongst dull suitors 
She is bright and razor sharp 
A tree of woe uprooter 
A viper still at heart 

Shes alkaline and far acidic 
As sweet as clementines 
This mistress from the sucking pit 

All the world crawls lovesick at her feet 
The stars are passing observations 
Her voice is music, her legs go on 
Shes got full orchestration 
And been known to use it 
But trepidation is a far slicker song 

Mistress from the sucking pit 

Embossed by her postulant gaze 
Like Medusa on a plinth 
I am lost in her embrace 
Oh dear God 
It is midnight in the labyrinth 

A peacock fan of sinful eyes 
Swim wide across the room 
This night, espied, your thin disguise 
Does wonders for the sundered gloom 
For all lit up the shades retreat 
To dark Italian pews 
And corners where great vases stand 
Abrim with thoughts of naked dais with you 

Mistress from the sucking pit 

All the world crawls lovesick at her feet 
The stars are passing observations 
Her needs are dire, her rites are wrong 
She burns with exultation 
Like a fiery vampire 
For desperation is a far slicker song 

Amongst dull suitors 
She's bright and razor sharp 
A tree of woe uprooter 
A viper still at heart 

She's alkaline and far acidic 
Fluidic, serpentine 
This mistress from the sucking pit 

The waiters pass in gilded frames 
With glasses sparkling too 
The ball tonight rows magical 
Like the finest Venice threw 
And at it's heart a mythic queen 
Her skin of purest hue 
Whose beauty is unquestionable 
But whose duties are askew 
For beneath the airs and divine graces 
A slim tornado whirls 
On the precipice of her poisonous kiss 
The devil dwells deep inside this girl 

Embossed by her postulant gaze 
Like Medusa on a plinth 
I am lost in her embrace 
Oh dear God 
It is midnight in the labyrinth 

Mistress from the sucking pit 

The wine has sat and breathed it's last 
In blood red ruby where 
I find you by the roaring hearth 
A blaze of golden hair 
Cascading down an angel's face 
To pool about the breasts 
That man minds have wondered on 
but only I caress 
And then I'm yours. the velvet crown 
Of Venus in my hands 
Fists rip hard the eiderdown 
Desire firebrands 
Every mountain, every route 
My wanton tongue must take 
To taste that once forbidden fruit 
Before your bloodlust starts to...

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