Empty Shrine Lyrics

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Moonshine, sleeping with animals

Empty Shrine, no one but self to trust

Death bed, shrouded with flowers dry

All alike, bitches, whores and Satan

No secret promises, invited in to rot

Die at will, faith in the one is lost

Death bed, shrouded with flowers dry

Help me, the voice of the whore she cries

Blood fills the pool

Kill her when she moves

Bloodshed red

f..ck her when she's dead

Cry,

Dressed in silver and diamonds and pearls

Lamentation

But cry,

Cry alone when you cry

Dying whores and animals

No one but self to trust

Shrouded with flowers dry

Help me, the whore she cries