Lyrics:
Well the night was deep and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town Some big ceremony was going down Dancers writhed
writhed and squirmed and then Came apart and then writhed again Like squirming flies on a pin In the heat and in the din In the heat and in the din I
writhed and squirmed and then Came apart and then writhed again Like squirming flies on a pin In the heat and in the din In the heat and in the din I
And then I writhed Writhed in my bed For my lungs, they couldn't contain air My face was turning red And now I'm dead It's not as though I think people
Well the night was deep and the night was dark And I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of town Some big ceremony was going down Dancers writhed
Once upon a time under enchanting rays upon high Comes a tale of olden ways writhed in solitary times Upon the lands of burgundy lived a son amongst
and writhed It writhed it flaked and dried It flaked and dried on the dusty down Upon a mound
Stillness, shackled Barren and desolate a fruitless existence Ages have passed since I've seen the light of day Futile, withered Writhed, diminished I renounce
Lurking to unfold from the murky waters As complicity to the linked infernal chain; an immense spine Writhed in agony in pangs of lack of eternity
writhed vocal cavity Mind at ease, mind at ease, I enjoy the thought of your writhed vocal cavity Quick to disagree to the theories of your delusional
FEELING DEATH IS NEAR, KNEELING DOWN IN PAIN! WRITHED PAINFUL AGONY! DEFORMED TWISTED MASS... CARVING THE FLESH, SCRIBBLING INTO SCARS... MOCK
Once a lush land of gold has become writhed and barren tainted by unclean souls For you are no different in this field ripe with soot A scene so
out. Painting poems writhed from spoilt blood. Forests begin to lose colour, as perspectives of the world fade to grey and black. Skies immolate,
came with deadly force, a curse upon Mankind's remorse Victims writhed in agony Souls condemned to misery The streets were empty The towns forlorn Silent
and the first kiss The first colors, the first kiss We writhed under a red light Voodoo smile, Siamese twins Girl at the window looks at me for an hour
and the first kiss The first colors, the first kiss We writhed under a red light Voodoo smile, Siamese twins Girl at the window looks at me for an hour
there As he writhed in deep despair If you're not serving Him They're in your hands Christ is still the same He feels every pain When we've disobeyed His
held good! But she writhed her hands 'til her fingers Were wet with sweat or blood They stretched and strained in the darkness And the hours crawled
though hell should bar the way" She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good But she writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with
the darkness Where desire writhed There stands a stone The change was sudden and complete A serious question We have turned out to ask We have sought each
She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched
held good! But she writhed her hands 'til her fingers Were wet with sweat or blood They stretched and strained in the darkness And the hours crawled
behind her; but all the knots held good! She writhed her hands till here fingers were wet with sweat or blood! They stretched and strained in
pyramids and sphinxs We met drifters and strangers Oh the sands, my lovely creature And the mad, moaning winds At night the deserts writhed With diabolical
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