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PRELUDE FROM THE PARLOUR (Spoken Word)
I am the Marchioness Difunesta
23rd LadyAxe to the Ursai tribe
On my journey through my era, this alien homeland of the Britons hold me
Like a child unwanted, eternally adopted
Now, as the secret Witch Mother of the Ursai I live as nobility
My neighbours unaware, my victims undiscovered
Hereforth then, follows the tales of those I had encountered
Those I blessed in blood
From the ardour of black magic to the fervor of the loosed grave
From the oubliette and ghost ship to the child in suffered plague
In the psychomanteum where the mirror shows the wrong face
And the lady with the cleavers becomes her father’s proud disgrace
The RED, all is RED!
Even mine eyes see only the dripping death, the ripping flesh of the soul
The slow burning of evil alight like crib death, absinthe and night
Like SCARLET FEVER!
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Plague Horse
06:01
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PLAGUE HORSE
Little girl of nine dying with remorse
Barely still alive, clutching at her wooden horse
Let him be with me in my coffin dire
But fearing for the plague they threw him in the fire
CHORUS
I hear the clapping of the hooves (of the wooden horse)
I hear the crying child that rides it nightly
On fire’s breath across the land (comes the wooden horse)
To bring the pestilence and strife
Plague Horse!
(Won’t you come and play with me in the circle of the stones?)
Plague Horse!
(Round and round my wicked toy, ‘til you choke above my bones)
CHORUS
On the 13th day the little girl will rise.
Her jubilee of death insist that they apologize
Her little wooden horse comes to life!
To serve her will and want, spreading all her blackened strife
CHORUS
Plague Horse!
(Won’t you come and play with me in the circle of the stones?)
Plague Horse!
(Round and round my wicked toy, ‘til you choke above my bones)
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My Daddy was a Butcher
05:10
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MY DADDY WAS A BUTCHER
My daddy was a butcher
Where the mist rolled over the cobblestone
My daddy was a butcher
And his blades split flesh to wake the bone
In full moon blue his dual cleavers shine
Then he walked in darkness with slaughter on his mind
My daddy was shadow
And he made the devil light his pipe
And even on his gravestone
His name still bleeds, his laughter ripe
In full moon blue his dual cleavers shine
Then he walked in darkness with evil on his mind
My daddy is a butcher
When the fog rolls over the kirkyard stone
My daddy is a butcher
And his blades split flesh to wake the bone
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Bokor in Bethlam
06:04
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BOKOR IN BETHLAM
In the hell of the madness
In the stench of decay
I can feel him in my nightmares
Oh how I wish for the day!
In the halls of merry Bedlam
Comes the Bokor for his due
Under cover of compassion
His only claim is on you!
CHORUS
He makes me shiver
He makes me scream
He’s wrapped in albino skin to steal your spirit clean
How he loves the feeble minded
How he loves a broken heart
Feel his malice probe the hallways
Feel his blasphemous black art
CHORUS
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Psychomanteum
06:14
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PSYCHOMANTEUM
I light a candle in the mirrors
I take a seat to find the dark
Fearing the snake that sits inside me
Waiting alone for her to make her mark
I feel the black hat cover my crown
Which of me I see, I can’t tell
Peering back from beyond the mirrors
My other half that lives in hell
I seek myself behind my eyes
Revel in my darkness
Relishing my cries
Heed when you look at me
It might the other me you see!
Searching for my soul!
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Penny the Dreadful
05:50
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PENNY THE DREADFUL
Forgotten but not gone
Her heart refused her any death
Alone, abandoned in the wretched pit
Bereft of company, dreading every breath
At night she walks, forlorn, to harvest a hand to hold
Dying lonely to a spiteful beating heart
She craves the comfort of a hand’s caress
Hear her voice from the oubliette
But mind the knife she has hidden in her dress
CHORUS
Penny the Dreadful waltzing along
May you find dread for hearing her song
Penny the Dreadful waltzing for gore
It is your hands that she’s coming for
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STOP THE CLOCK ON SALISBURY DOCK
On the strike of three she shows in the harbor of her birth
Ferry on her damned souls, perished on the Irish surf
Stop the clock on Salisbury Dock
For the vessel that brings the dead
Stop the clock on Salisbury Dock
For the captain who lost his head
CHORUS
There’s no redemption
Your time is late
They come ashore
Stop the clock to arrest your fate
To close their door
Mind the ship that never rested!
Mind the captain who lost his head!
Stop the clock before the hour!
To keep the crew, to halt the dead!
CHORUS
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Dirge of Decrepitude
03:57
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DIRGE OF DECREPITUDE
My petals wither
My vision fades
My name has vanished from my stone
My beauty rotten as I perish all alone
Was once alive
Was once adored
But now I weep in melancholy tears
The ghosts of mirth, laid to rest over many years
Deep in the grave the echoes sing
Shedding all that was in worm-infested shroud
My bright existence, my shining valour disavowed
Hear me sing underfoot
Hear my cursed legacy, see it taking root
My decrepitude merely transmutation’s will
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The Resurrectionist
05:45
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THE RESURRECTIONIST
I snatch the bodies of the dead
A resurrectionist, remunerated well
Rip the departed from their bed
They keep the maggots, the gold and flesh I sell
And reckoned I my reaping bounty
Four and twenty, they served my pocket well
But when I opened up the deepest
The devil lay there! Promising me hell!
CHORUS
For every body you have stolen, a living mortal interred to their place
And now my prize is walking flesh
To be cadaver until my quota’s filled
Or else I’ll end up in perdition
The devil perched behind to reckon every kill
CHORUS
For every body you have stolen, a living mortal interred to their place
Or might I throw you in the grave to live forever in putrefact’s embrace
Getting caught by Scotland Yard
I claw and beg from the confines of my cell
I never got to make my quota
And now I’m damned, waiting for my promised hell!
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