A Styrian Rhapsody

‘A Styrian Rhapsody’ is the fifth song in Gothic Whore.
It's based off of the novel Carmilla
==Lyrics==
"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"
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 difference is really quite slight
(They say it’s best repressed, but why should she settle for less?)
“Less is more” “Slam that door” “Now, shut it, whore”
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, cuz
‘Cos 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
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)
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!”
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
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
Fables label! 
She, the Vampyr!
Well will won’t wilt beneath the hate-fuelled funeral pyre
Watch it rise on higher
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