Catherine De Barra, you've murdered my thinkin'. I gave you my heart, you left the thing stinkin'. I'd shake from your spell if it weren't for my drinkin'. The wind bites more bitter with each
Unholy. Is the lust in your eyes. "Blasphemous". Would not suffice Perverted. Are your wishes and dreams. Tanning in Lucifer's beams Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Per Aspera Ad Inferi. Per Aspera Ad