CRADLE OF FILTH - Thank Your Lucky Scars lyrics

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Governed by the moonShe's a bold headmistressI am lycanthropicToo evolved to miss thisOpportunity to tasteThe pausing lambBy the grace of heavenCome the clawsI amEmerging with the hungerScented blood a teaseUrges surging underThunder bludgeoning pleasBathing in the afterglowOf Set let freeOn the scarlet march of woeTo a dead set destinyTrue nature's stark decreeThe crude dripping whippingOff the back of needWe are lost souls amokThe raptors, scratch, RagnarokThe crossed pounding holy flockLike a werewolf blitzkriegI am stuck on a killing spreeA premature starThat shot reprieveSo fuck you Lady sympathyJust thank your lucky scarsYou're not for meThe moon is driftingThrough a dark hypnotic gardenHer spells are waxing gibbousAnd my heart it starts to roarJust thank your lucky scarsSat astride my rearing nightmaresThe abhorrence King. Death bound in gloryI see their idle tide in fear now turn thereBefore these evil jaws that leave no storyThis rancour soon will passJust thank your lucky scarsChosen by the moonShe's a cold seductressFrozen to the boneShe's compelled to suck thisLust from out my veinsTo assert her ruleFrom the able mouth of CainSpurt the things I doHowling at the etherLike a beast in heatBurning with a feverFor the seasonal meatI shall never gloatOn what the sufferer seesMy teeth are in their throatBlood is draining me of speechTrue nature's stark decreeThe brute, finger lickingFrom his sickening featsWe are lost souls amokThe raptors, scratch, RagnarokThe crossed, pounding holy flockLike a werewolf blitzkriegI am stuck on a killing spreeA premature starThat shot reprieveSo fuck you Lady sympathyJust thank your lucky scarsYour not like meJust thank your lucky scarsSat astride my rearing nightmaresThe abhorrence King. Death bound in gloryI see their idle tide in fear now turn thereBefore these haunted shores of purgatoryJust thank your lucky scarsGoverned by the moonShe's a bold headmistressI am lycanthropicToo evolved to miss thisOpportunity to tasteThe pausing lambBy the grace of heavenCome the clawsI amEmerging with the hungerScented blood a teaseUrges surging underThunder bludgeoning pleasBathing in the afterglowOf Set let freeOn the scarlet march of woeTo a dead set destiny