The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn
Dimmu Borgir - Moonchild Domain Lyrics
Dimmu Borgir - Moonchild Domain Lyrics
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The witchborn queen, leader of demonic whores
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn
Profane mistress, captor of sin
Sworn to feed the ill and the weak
and bring their women and men into temptation
Eliza, the whore of the night
attends the sabbath, the theatre of lust
The hunter is in the ring, caressing folds of flesh
- Diabolical intercourse profound
She who brings horror to the insane
and haunts the sick and its kind
Selector of innocent holy infants
tempting their flesh, poisoning their mind
The young harlot, who acts by the trust of her fate
Cursed beneath the hands of doom, the grand master of hate
For her and hers the bells chime
Damnation's own
Evil superior siren, moonchild domain
- A sculpture for the holy to burn
Writer: JAMIE STINSON, STIAN TOMT THORESEN, SVEN ATLE KOPPERUD
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.