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CTP Template: CD_8PC2 COLOURS Compact Disc Booklet: Eight Page Concertina (Inner) CYAN MAGENTA Customer YELLOW Catalogue No. BLACK Job Title

The Dark goddess Before sorrow writes Give your soul up to lust Come with me to the Too late to crush her dreams We are divine, we have Mould our flesh with Why fear women much more The perfect touch of love and fire Close my eyes with silken thread be on the air, tomorrow’s page Be consumed in the ecstasy Boat of the Dead There is no descending sorrow now and forever grace and ease Than the men and the babes The touch that kills with pure Let me rest my heavy head And we as wild as we dare It is the darkest hour of the night Drown yourself in sexual fire Come and take my hand As the mirror looks back You fill us up with joy and love Do they tempt you with passion desire Close my eyes with silken thread And it will be filled with blood Lose yourself at Lose yourself at the Nymphaeum All aboard! The Boat of the Dead And tells no lies You’re wild and I’m carefree Then break us down And make you their slaves A touch of lust that spares Karnayna, Karnayna, and fire the Nymphaeum Give your soul up to lust Hold on tight for the ride We live fast and dangerously whene’er you please Would they lie with the Devil no feeling Close my eyes with silken thread Karnayna, Karnayna She said be quick before Be consumed in the ecstasy Come with me to the She’s one of the Dead now I’ll love you and you’ll love me Great Goddess Moon, And change to a cat or a hare? The touch that sends your Weave my dreams in gold and red I am gone At the Nymphaeum Drown yourself in sexual fire Boat of the Dead She’s one of the Dead now I’m drunk with shameless glee sweet Mother Moon Would they come to your bed senses reeling Lie here close within my bed Let nature’s law be upon the land, For I shall fade in the morning sun you can lose your mind Fall as a fool to the lunacy Now is the time She’s one of the Dead now To Bacchanalia we will run The fury of the storm is yours In the form of your wife and let forest be lush You can lose all time Underneath the summer moon She’s one of the Dead now And we’ll watch the evening sun The storm that rages in the soul Would they trick you with love Close my eyes with silken thread Close my eyes with silken thread Let the poppies be in the corn, She said act while you can And damn yourself to love Lose yourself at the Nymphaeum Come with me to the With hearts full and voices high The lunacy and broken laws And deceive you with lies Let me rest my heavy head Sing me songs about the dead and let us be reborn While you can and are still a man At the Nypmphaeum Paradise is here and now Boat of the Dead There is no hate or fear We’ll touch the fiery sky Would they make you do things Close my eyes with silken thread Tell me things you’ve never said Because time will come, crueler you can lose it all Across the midnight sky For the liberator Hammer of That bring shame in the Karnayna, Karnayna, than death You can be reborn Ferryman Come with me to the Who came with a kiss and a knife Lunacy the witches morn’s early light? I am yours when you are not here Karnayna Karnayna, Karnayna Before death comes to claim And damn yourself to love Boat of the Dead He came as an angel of love I’m mad with pain when the rest Make your peace now, Come and take my hand To lift her up The brightest moon, In the year of our Lord 1505 The hammer is falling you are not here Let the people sing, and Let the children dream Lose yourself at the Nymphaeum for it is time All aboard! The Boat of the Dead And set her free the fullest moon As an unquiet soul is No pity, no stalling Mad with longing, you are not here let the people dance Yeah, you better believe it Give your soul up to lust One last feast now, Hold on tight for the ride Her power can move stripped of its life It crushes with hate and with fear A silent scream without Let our souls be unchained, The sweetest angel is the most evil sweet honey wine She’s one of the Dead now the ocean deep The thousands that fell my god near let our souls be free At the Nymphaeum Are you ready for the Ferryman Night angel She’s one of the Dead now That shining disc of silver light ’neath his hammer The hammer is falling Madness, take my senses from me She said kiss me, I’m a phantom you shall have the truth Are you ready for the Ferryman One of the dead She’s one of the Dead now Can rouse the dreamer Need their story told No light in the morning Rip at my eyes, bring death Light the sacred born of desire You shall have your youth Out of the darkness, Hell unbound She’s one of the Dead now from his sleep It falls even though you are near upon me fire of love, And I shall make of you a man Damn yourself to love Come with me to the One thousand miles No one can hurt her now Great Goddess Moon, There was fear at the heart Destroy my hearing and underneath the and a child On a summer night Boat of the Dead above the ground No one can use her Bacchanalia you pull the strings Of the Christian Church The hammer is falling my memory moon above She said place your hand upon with perfume in the air Across to the other side With eyes of lust and heart of fire Or give her pain And lead the dance Failing power, losing trust And destiny’s calling Flesh be gone for you offend me Now the summer my breast Desire is everywhere She’s everything you will desire No one can do the things Come take my hand, run with me of life and death Losing those that should worship The reason it falls is not clear is here, For I will be gone before the Damn yourself to love It’s time to go now, Do the things the boys To lands of milk and honey You fill the spirit, fill the soul The One True god The hammer is falling Close my eyes with silken thread the summer here at last dawn’s first breath where you belong From the Abyss and from the Dead And the men they do Come kiss my lips and share the And fill the lungs with vital breath What they needed was A new day is dawning Let me rest my heavy head Lose yourself at the Nymphaeum Say farewell now, She is coming for your bed There is no cold wind Sweet taste of ecstasy and Mother Goddess Moon, one to take hold Remember and now shed a tear Close my eyes with silken thread Let the girls wear Yeah, you better believe it Give your soul up to lust and take my hand Descending from the storm above That in its spite, Lie with me, laugh with me healer and destroyer Of the pestilence spreading flowers in their hair, and The sweetest angel is the most evil Be consumed in the ecstasy Are you ready for the Ferryman She will break your heart with love Would chill her to the bone We’ll drink deep and frequently Lighter of the dark, Across the fair land Kissed by Eros Heart, be quiet, pulse be still now let the day be long There is a darkness in this Drown yourself in sexual fire Are you ready for the Ferryman I’ll love you tirelessly torment of the soul Like disease through the veins Eros, go, I’ve had my fill now And let our minds be dream goddess Night Angel – she’s coming for you She’s one of the Dead now You’ll raise me to ecstasy Mother Goddess Moon, Of a slow-dying man Life is sweet with all its mystery You vex my mind, I do not full of love, And the most beautiful At the Nymphaeum and Come with me to the Night Angel – now take the torment She’s one of the Dead now light the dark with fire Taking souls, raping souls The death of sleep when know how of music and of song is the cruelest underneath the stars Boat of the Dead Night Angel – she’s here for you now She’s one of the Dead now Drink deep of my love Cloud the clearest mind Showing demons the route to us all Eros kissed me A god of love has to kill now Sink into the dream Across to the other side She’s one of the Dead now Lover be mine, we have and mystify Your hand in mine, Body weak, senses drifting Let us be as foolish as There is now and there is tonight Damn yourself to love Across the sky, on the Night Angel – the song of heaven the best of heaven The hammer is falling descending deeper Oh, so sweet, the feeling lifting we please, and let And tomorrow is an unwritten page Boat of the Dead Night Angel – from hell descending There is no hand of fate You move among us, No pity, no stalling With you beside me, Higher still, higher, higher leaves be on the trees Do it now while you are of age Lose yourself at the Nymphaeum Hold on tight for the ride Night Angel – it’s never ending now That is never Drink deep of the wine move within us It crushes with hate and with fear sleep is sweeter Stripped of love and dark desire Let sweet fragrance