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  • 标题:Courting Baphomet

    标签: 总谱

    艺人:Cradle Of Filth

    专辑:Thornology

    作词:Cradle Of Filth

    作曲:Cradle Of Filth

    制谱人:ZoleeQS

    节拍: Moderate ♩ = 200

    标记:mainverse 1chorusbridgemainverse 2chorusbridgeinterludeverse 3chorussolo
    歌词:
    Wishing in contempt of love
    The righteous came to burn our forest
    With hissing firebrands
    For though we serve the gentle curves
    Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess
    They thought they caught us
    Kissing hearses in their land

    Send away the pumpkin carriage
    Blind mice in your head
    Parade themselves like sacrilegious
    Envoys of the dead
    For in this house of the dark Madonna
    Flesh will pleasure life
    For free of sin we would dishonour
    All that virgin sacrifice

    Gut our city, slaughter all within
    Save the gold that goes to God
    Show no pity for we worship sin
    Spare not the old nor lightning rod

    We raise our devil horns
    To those who sit on high
    For down amidst the thorns
    We lie

    Tonight the black guards came to rape
    And ruin those souls empathising
    With fleeing far away
    Thrown to the Tigris river curves
    Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising
    They thought they caught us
    Courting Baphomet

    Courting Baphomet

    Gut our city, slaughter all within
    Save the gold that goes to God
    Show no pity for we worship sin
    Spare not the old nor lightning rod

    She walked the world
    When the world was made to dress
    In a perfect darkness
    A murderess in flame
    Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled
    The crack of a whip on the lips of anger
    Why would your holy order
    Not be wholly slain?

    Wishing in contempt of love
    The righteous came to burn our forest
    With just verses for the damned
    For though we serve the gentle curves
    Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess
    They thought they caught us
    Pissing curses in the sand

    We raise our devil horns
    To those who sit on high
    For down amidst the thorns
    We lie

    We raise our devil horns
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