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Cradle Of Filth Darkly Darkly Venus Aversa

The Feast of Fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate Amidst the flock, disease and

I am She Lilith Mistress of the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by the

At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires

[Special Fan Edition track] Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant