Cradle of filth mannequin минус

Led to other worlds By the girls She curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial Balls In silks and flesh and leathers Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forever more Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden Him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed Her like the wind In Autumn gows That pinned Her down To be my mannequin Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would She break My lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in Her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto Her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced the vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life in long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls She curled within I took their skins to see Her Be my mannequin Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louviers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal Goddesses...