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Vocal Cover Cradle of Filth - Principle of Evil Made Flesh

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Channel: AngelicBaby · 2012 · Music

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Cover for Principle of Evil Made Flesh by Cradle of Filth in their 2001 album Bitter Suites to Succubi. 

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Lyrics:
From the primeval mass
Let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
Beloved by Set
May the winds gather her together
From the secrets of men
After thousands of years of terrifying silence
She comes again

(All Destroyer)
The abolition of the yeshua begins...

Shattered are the icons of the worthless
The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born
Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy
Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs

World without end
Cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil
Dusk in her eyes
Torn bloody weeping skies
Darkness will hasten to devour
And the weak will flee or die

Heil Vaskt, 
drinker of blood, 
dancer on flames, 
disposer of light, 
lover of darkness.
Shes holding an inquisition from the bandaged, feeble, watch.

I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine
Abandonment unto Our Lady 
With a quenchless thirst for the infinite 
For Her that exists beyond all knowledge
Storming from tired centuries 
Under the glare of a waxing death-moon 
Terrible beauty of love severed 
Rip the baby from the virginal womb

The blood of Jesus 
Is the wine of the dead 
And the drunken angels 
Bleed with incest

The Liliot suckle on 
Her fruitful breasts 
And yield the swords that sever and stain 
There will be no act or passion wrought 
That shall not be attributed to Her names
To the name of Baphomet... Artemis, Bastet, Astarte
I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising

From the primeval mass
Let precious chaos vent
Sacred flesh drenched in fornication
Beloved by Set
May the winds gather her together
From the secrets of men
After thousands of years of terrifying silence
She comes again

Shattered are the icons of the worthless
The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born
Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy
Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs

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