Cradle of Filth Follow

An Archangel in bondage be diademed, souled
With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past
Cast her dispersions on life's brittle glass

And though her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast 'gainst the lassitudes of death
She fought but fell to greet
Midst lies in collusion, she was martyred to teach that
"Divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet"

But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt her cold silent hips, I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames

Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart, I am convened by words
To avenge her ebon splendor and surrender

My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying her carious herds

Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers
To a no one there to hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease

As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation

How they plead to the skies?
But this is mere foreplay to war

Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
Now his skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese

For her interred I tore a battle banner from his hide
Splashed in red goetia, hues of Hell and decide
So came the night its obsidian light

Is a master whom disasters suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts that whisper of delight
Dark seeds near fruition, darked deeds to marry mine

"In death's bed I have lain
Paying lip-service to shame
But for dreaming of thee
I regain a reason to seek life again"

Then we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm that begins
By forcing its Herod tongue in
The womb of the Holy Virgin
To taste of immaculate sin

From temptation's peak we will see the world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk mankind
Shall be as one in grim repast

Commemorating sickle moons, the pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom whose twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man, daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies to the memories of a

And we shall dance amid the ruin, as Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars, that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval

If all must we damn for this moment then it shall be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another more tightly, than death could alone

As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of carnivorous winds
To the lick of carnivorous winds

Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart, I am convened by words
To avenge her ebon splendor and surrender

My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying her carious herds

Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers
To a no one there to hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease

As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation
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