Top of my finger
　　stand your blood still
　　glaring fragrance

　　from the cockles of your heart

　　execration
　　or trepidation

　　Top of my finger
　　stand your blood still
　　intoxicating fragrance

　　from the cockles of my heart

　　appetition
　　thousands of years' deception

　　slaughter and reprisal
　　kudos and faith

　　Lifeblood from virgin
　　nourish
　　Lucifer from the heart's little garden

　　I stare on me
　　left on lips
　　lifting a weeny angle

　　Narh...
　　You lose

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