The Whore's Trophy I
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Lyrics
You try to allure us in scarlet. A killing time for the disposable and deceived. From this cup is the blood tainted by the formation of depravity. Dieting on your new wine. What a mystery you have become. Captivating us by the savor from the golden cup. We are left drunk with a new doctrine. Your prostitution will collapse that which makes us your harlot's embrace. I decline this bitter taste. Our lamps lie half empty, yet we will refuse and watch your burn.
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Song Details
- Duration
- 03:13
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 100 BPM