A Styrian Rhapsody

Lyrics

[Intro] Oh, oh, I do believe we've been hijacked Well, hey now, let's see what these kids have to say, with their newfangled ideas and such This, is A Styrian Rhapsody [Verse 1] Feel the cold, feel the languor steep behind you Feel her hold, feel the bite run deep inside you Feel the temptress start to strike Oh, oh, Carmilla, you scintillating sinner (You tantalising thriller) Feel the heartaches feel alike Like likes its own breed; its own kind (When they say it's blind, is this what they had in mind?) Men, women, the differеnce is really quite slight (Thеy say it's best repressed, but why should she settle for less?) "Less is more," "Slam that door," "Now, shut it, whore" [Verse 2] Wives of old (Those decrepit crones) lay waste to all that's different Lies stayed told, but little do they know, their satisfaction's their own victim Feel foundations start to shake Oh, oh, Carmilla, see the passivity fill her (Feel the sickness spread within her) Heads, beds, legs all start to quake, break Hate falls under its own weight Who was once abhorred will thrive in years not yet borne Born before your adored, poor Laura's endorsed Doors remain still shut, but time will sanction your love Love is love, what's above can bloody shove it, 'cause [Chorus] 'Cause all too many times is this story heard "The Dark Temptation," "The Bent's Lamentation" Written by the man of an ancient foreword, published by scorn All too many times is the innocent hurt by the violent pious The self-claimed righteous Marshalled by a contemptuous manic, victims, forlorn [Verse 3] So see the brand (The eternal scar) of the harlot and the thespian "Stay your hand" ("Lay only man") Man, the '70s were an awful time to be a lesbian Free the countess from her cage Oh, oh, Carmilla, heal a hole sewn with killer filler (Feel her soul grow so chiller, stiller) Free her from her ancient age "Age? Trivial, but no, don't lay your own sex" Sexist by design, senses unrefined "Lust? Unjust, no, Laura, don't fall for our guest" Guess the wrongs and rights, trust not day nor night [Interlude] Look up high, bird the sky, say "Get your high and mighty dick out your hand Who I fuck is none of your business, God damn" [Chorus] All too many times is this story heard "The Dark Temptation," "The Bent's Lamentation" Written by the man of an ancient foreword, published by scorn (They've told this tale before) All too many times is the innocent hurt by the violent pious The self-claimed righteous Marshalled by a contemptuous manic, victims forlorn [Verse 4] But we won't listen to fools that refuse to use the tools of change "My father taught me to do this his way" The past has long passed and the times decay So welcome to the new age Virtue's in the eye of the beholder And I think you'll find yours so much older Cataracts can catch up so fast When you refuse to look over your own cold shoulder You refused to behold her [Verse 5] Fables label She, the Vampyr Well will won't wilt beneath the hate-fuelled funeral pyre Watch it rise on higher