. [STEPMOTHER] I have emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you. If you have picked them out again in two hours' time, you shall go to the ball
grief What renaissance this hour will bring Dark grimoires of sorceries Filled with spells of cursed conjurations Bring down the witching hour From
me what's on your mind told her where do I start said I don't even know you then I started spillin' my heart somebody give me a spark I'm feeling empty and dark
on a catholic Lyrics specialist ain't this a bitch rip shit so effortless Smoke method with Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this So I curse
I'd want to live without knowing In this world or in it's following Since then, misanthropy My alibi you should be And when the grand dark hour falls
Let me tell you how it looks First we pray em we slay em Then we hang em from the hooks Readin books on black magic It get's tradgic when I curse May
the fiery hole Killing without mercy Live the curse of this darkened world On their knees, undeserving Of deadly fate that might unfold As hours pass
she gives birth to their son. Born with gingham snakeskin cowboy boots and three umbilical cords he is within hours cursing his parents in some otherworldly
the vein From fear and fang Detained in darkness Stalking droves of aid Perseverance In persecution Looms unforeseen Avenge for exile The gist to grave At zero hours
it was to fake him sick, then pretend to heal his ills And Maya said, "Let's throw this pearl back to sea I do believe it's wicked, it'll curse our family
grave poetry From grace I fell in love with her scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this
with grave poetry From grace I fell in love with her Scent and feline lure and jade Woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this
the shore Of the world underground Lilith immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful
of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this
bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemy in throes... Whilst drifting fogs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul
bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemy in throes... Whilst drifting fogs devour All hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul
a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of her life as a mere reflection As the Moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark
a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection (As the moon's in narrow windows caught) That opened like dark