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Susperia

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Born in times when all was stone
All that's left is dust and bones
Somehow still she lingered to be
In satan's clutch for eternity
You'll find out what you didn't believe
For like medusa's web she'll weave
They call her a whore
But her charms meant more
For she'll petrify you below earth's floor
Chosen to return by command for death
Forced to inflict her immortal test
None see what they're about to go through
Until she's won and you turn blue
You'll be petrified, turn you to stone
Petrified...... dust and bone
Oh roll me over, won't you take me down
Petrified..... turn you to stone
Petrified..... to dust and bone
You'll be petrified..... turn you to stone
You'll be petrified..... dust and bones
You'll be petrified..... she's gonna turn you to stone
You'll be petrified to dust and bone
You'll be petrified nothing can help you now
 
You hurt me with your mind games
You're so frigid, 'bout to drive me insane
Still I have no fear, he always sets my course
Take a step out of your shadow
Take a peek in at your game
You're sweet and good lookin'
But you're wicked just the same
I have no fear; The devil sets my course
Livin' in a ram
Said I'm livin' in a ram, yeah, alright
 
In the pitch
The black of night
I perform my unearthly rights
Your soul cannot be saved
I'll begin so please behave

Your fate is mine

Now behold this hypnotic stare
Look even closer if you dare
Your virgin skin so young and sleek
Penetrating bellows deep

Your fate is mine

Bride meets evil
Dark thoughts run through your head
Bride of evil
You shall live amongst the dead - ha!

(I said) the priest he can do no good
You live in my realm it's understood
And for my services there's a special fee
My unholy slave for all eternity
Your fate is mine

Bride meets evil
Dark throughts run through your head
Bride of evil
You shall live amongst the dead

An angry mob with stakes tonight
They're discovered my burial site
Weeping goddess take me away
Unto the killing light of day

Your fate is mine

Bride meets evil
Dark thoughts run through your head
Bride of evil
You shall live amongst the dead
Bride meets evil
Dark thoughts run through your head
You're a bride of evil
You shall live amongst the dead!
 
Now look what you made me do!

I cast my spells on endless nights
They call me lord with my hands on fright
My subjects they fear me for my eyes do glow
My women they love me; they're pleased to show

My tool is a serpent which to bear my child
A virgin is chosen just to drive me wild
Just take the time and you will see
How no one is over lord to me

I am my king and I am of my own
Can you feel the force of who sits on the throne
My dreams are real and fantasies true
I am a priest of hell make a slave of you

I know what I want and I know how to get it
It's held in my hand and I'm ready to give it
Come with me now would you care to try
Please let me warn you, you've got to decide yeah

Do you know how it feels
When you wish to live no longer
Do you know how it feels
To have been took by someone stronger

They say you've got to die to live on
And when your time is near
Will you ever be sure
Can you see things quite clear yeah!
 
I just ordered some Pentagram. I'll recognize it soon enough.

I'm not going to argue over semantics, but it's poetry regardless of who wrote it.
 
From wiki:

Poetry often uses particular forms and conventions to expand the literal meaning of the words, or to evoke emotional or sensual responses. Devices such as assonance, alliteration, onomatopoeia and rhythm are sometimes used to achieve musical or incantatory effects. Poetry's use of ambiguity, symbolism, irony and other stylistic elements of poetic diction often leaves a poem open to multiple interpretations. Similarly, metaphor and simile create a resonance between otherwise disparate images—a layering of meanings, forming connections previously not perceived. Kindred forms of resonance may exist, between individual verses, in their patterns of rhyme or rhythm.

Sounds like the whole point behind lyrics, huh?

Also:

Poetry may be written independently, as discrete poems, or may occur in conjunction with other arts, as in poetic drama, hymns or lyrics.
 
Wow you're fucking dumb. Stick with your fucking painting crap because you know nothing of the written word as an artform. Lyrics are poetry.
 
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