Death is fleet, sweet, oft discreet, the beast in beauty's mask
I was burning in the furnace of a love that went to war
With ravenous desire, fires lit the heavens for
Caressing in the rainfall, a less painful metaphor
For this hunger
With ravenous desire, fires lit the heavens for
Caressing in the rainfall, a less painful metaphor
For this hunger
[ CRADLE OF FILTH - Achingly Beautiful ]
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