Death bring thy kiss
Rip doth thy scarlet claws
And bleed with sweet stings
Caress me
Till black turn my bones
Septic phantoms
Love to rot
As the darkest things in life
Doth make my heart
Rattle against my ribs
Rip Doth Thy Scarlet Claws lyrics by Qual. Death bring thy kiss Rip doth thy scarlet claws And bleed with sweet stings Caress me Till black turn my bones...
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Death bring thy kiss
Rip doth thy scarlet claws
And bleed with sweet stings
Caress me
Till black turn my bones
Septic phantoms
Love to rot
As the darkest things in life
Doth make my heart
Rattle against my ribs
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