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Agathodaimon - Ill Of An Imaginary Guilt

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Come to my bossom, at night
I`d like to tuck you in
To show you my devotion
I`d live your fright
I wanna be the infamy - I wanna wound your caprice
I need to try your malice - My dark, poetic extasy
I`d like to lick your beauty
I`d wish to scar your sweetened wounds
To reap your rotten fruits
Your loving gotta suit me
Oh, let me be the one - Who will you free
See how love unveils her - Incomparable mystery
I wanna feel your hungry skin
I wanna touch the sacrificed
To make you the holy praised
Whore... of my radiant sin
I wanna see you sacrificed
I wanna be your wet skin
To share with you the greatest sin
My angelic, capricious whore!
I`d wish to ruin death and violate... life
Together stay on a heavenly day
My dark, sinister angel
How sweet it must have been
To be your hungry, velvet skin
To both rejoice in thrilling dreams
I need your loving as I need to be
Did we see our other face
How it`d ghastly fall from grace
Well, I was the dead you played with
And you... the angel I raped
"Darling, you used to suck dry me creed
Spit out my seed... I used to play and win
I adored you struggling, idolized your everything
But honey, guess, I`ve always been...
Loving you...

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