(Lehan/Dorrian/Bianco)
Adorned daggers, ruby hilted swords, unfailing crucixes, striking mortal cords, huge violent
serpents in volumes rolled, all holy poisons poured in cups of gold. Ooh these
instruments so blessed and old, here lay death¹s sceptre - truth untold without mercy or
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Love, forgiveness - exile me, blades of goodness set me free, madness my destiny, alone
forever exile me
Sharp swords, bright lightnings set brave souls free, past God¹s blind eyes through infinity,
of all these vessels transformed to clay, rich ashes blown to dust - swept away ! Now take
me steel to the gift of skies, deliver me from weakness from this flesh that rides. Without
pity or
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Ooh to think how pleasant your touch would be, in that all my lovely limbs would fall away,
and drop to nothing in their soft decay. Unto my frail heart, the worms shall find a door,
enter the weary pulp - into the core ! As all of my flesh lay soft on the floor, released this
soul from me, forevermore ! Into the loud tide screaming silent words, out of this dreary
world in screeching awe, without earthly :
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