cold stares of Mars maligned Near suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars
stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars
Vertimas: Cradle Of Filth. Po Howling Stars.
cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars
nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned
words i speak are gates to Hell So the blight begins Near the woodland of a frightened village Where the rites of unimaginable sin And the howling on