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Goblindustrial
Through the billowing clouds of crimson mist
I was lead by the luminous will o� wisp,
Into the forest, and unto the grounds
Of that fearsome goblin town. Were we will,
Sing like the beasts of a bacchian horde,
Or necromance like our dear demon lord.
We�ll dance and we�ll bathe in a geyser of gore.
Upon nightfall fear all who bang on your door.
The blue faced hag, drinker of bile
Leads an army of imps for miles.
A short journey from Hell to the brothel;
Teaching the ways of pulchritude to the multitude
Of virginal delinquitudes!
Goblindustrial
Dusk and darkness, shadows and shade,
Vengeance on man for brethren slain.
Here in the light of the waning moon,
The goddess of the fae spreads her gloom
With a pack of savage hounds, and the gull of doom.
We�re not always nice, and we�re not always mean.
Depends on your willingness to give us your spleen.
We�ll take our share, and leave the rest to the crows;
Each day our angst only grows.
Ours is a tale of tragedy, so many lovers lost to the holy,
Wars of the olden days. Bring down the elder faes, dragons,
Elves, and daemonae.
Goblindustrial
Let the pagan right wing sing!
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