Rise Of The Pentagram Lyrics - Thornography - Cradle Of Filth

One dark afternoon like a shadow I flew 

Through the rain that fell sick with lament 

To this house of incest for when we undressed 

Blasphemies against Venus were rent 

Though her sister removed, her wet body approved 

The parade of my heavenly quests 

Yet all tongues are not true, some are forked or askew 

Like an uncivil serpent's at best 

For oustered from Eden I fausted all reason 

Hook in mouth like saint Peter Pan 

To haunt faery groves and hot virgin coves 

Wherein the promiscuous swam 

I elected lovers and rejected others 

Mephistresses that don't give a damn... 

But in those that still do my deep interest grew 

The rise of the true pentagram! 

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