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• Artiste: Cradle Of Filth
• Titre: White Hellebore
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Plucked from the grave on a moonless midnight Sucking on staves, she was noted for fight Intoxicated, I fell in love With this curse and a cure for my rabid dementia Let thy light, White Hellebore Share thy phosphorous resolve Thriving in the dark like a rife fantasy Writing in the ardour of this toxicity Whet my soul, White Hellebore Let our coming nights involve Misting up the panes with thy gift to me This twist of witchcraft with insanity petition White Hellebore White Hеllebore Snatched from thе womb, pathogenic of face Whereon innocence is petalled like a star in disgrace Fatal perfection, I fell for thee Poisoned by a beauty that exceeded exultation I crave thy light, White Hellebore Spare thy phosphorous resolve A hallucinogen running loose again A silver of magic in this batshit winter Whet my soul, White Hellebore Let our coming nights involve Burning with lust in the seasonal bend To returning dusk and the ruts of springtime Her bite is suffered more keenly for Lying concealed in a field of winter roses Who could ever have known the score? The bitter neath the sweet The bittersweet necrosis The deep erotic wounds she bore Empire downer Madness drowner A seasoned crown The reason blackened nights surround her I crave thy light, White Hellebore Thy phosphorous resolve I fucking well miss this paralysis The stopping of my heart with the slightest whisper Whet my soul, White Hellbore Let our coming nights absolve A feverous kiss neither of us wish To end unfed, but mend upsets And send regret to the mendless nevermore White Hellebore The sabat calls On lofted horns from ancient groves That blossom full Since frosted morns fell comatose White Hellebore White Hellebore And I too will lovelorn, die At the foot of the world she brings to life