FROST (The Countess)
Sprinkled across the frost
Drops of orgasmic red
An orgy of slaughter
A foreplay of torture
Power be thy mistress
Lust be thy God
I shall forever be your slave
Saint Bathory
And when the time is right
I shall fall into the shadows
A mutilated carcass
Bread and wine on miraculous table
Before Saint Bathory.
Written to Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids and Her Ghost in the Fog by Cradle of Filth
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