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Courtesans of Doom - Simulacrum ~~~ Lirs: Winged eyes filled the sky, And the breath of death embalmed the night. Over the sleeping valleys Aiwass flies, While the moon casts its shadowed light. Tired, I wander the deserted roads, Lured by echoes of haunting odes. The dead god whispers on the phantom throne, Claiming I'm nothing but flesh and bone. Hear my voice in the darkest void, My p*ssy needs to be destroyed. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, You wear my face, but you are hollow. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, A haunting hymn I'm forced to follow. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, Through the darkest voids, now fill up my w*mb. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, Rise amidst the horrors, in this spectral tomb. Abaddon's trench filled with blood, Like my p*ssy with your ghostly rod. Your photon jets flash in the night, Instilling hope under Armageddon's light. Shadowed angels lost in the brume, A*aliel and Vul*alel, witnesses of doom. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, You wear my face, but you are hollow. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, A haunting hymn I'm forced to follow. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, Through the darkest voids, now fill up my w*mb. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, Rise amidst the horrors, in this spectral tomb. When everything collapses and the sun disappears, When there are no threats of war or fears, With posthumous distortions, my labor roars, I'll give birth to the god of rock 'n' roll. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, You wear my face, but you are hollow. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, A haunting hymn I'm forced to follow. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, Through the darkest voids, now fill up my w*mb. C*m, c*m, simulacrum, Rise amidst the horrors, in this spectral tomb. When everything collapses and the sun disappears, When there are no threats of war or fears, With posthumous distortions, my labor roars, I'll give birth to the god of rock ’n’ roll. Cum, cum, simulacrum, You wear my face, but you are hollow. Cum, cum, simulacrum, A haunting hymn I'm forced to follow. Cum, cum, simulacrum, Through the darkest voids, now fill up my womb. Cum, cum, simulacrum, Rise amidst the horrors, in this spectral tomb. #gothic #rocknroll