A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding Cradle of Filth

Spells lay daggers before me
Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
The tumour grows until the enemy is slain

Slightless storm
Knee-deep in hate I seeth
My purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of Men
Millions regardless
Dying by my hand

A Black Age Of Fire
Brief in its vicious eloquence
Removing the dross
Love will arise from the ashes of your loss

Then and only then
Will the pleasure of Eden be mine
And the sinews of life itself will be tied
In the very veins of my bloodline

And your tears taste like wine...

I will rule as a king
And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen
In the glory of the Earth our crowns are studded
With the jewels of blasphemy
Blasphemy