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    Cradle Of Filth / Lyrics

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    "Death Magick For Adepts" Lyrics

    Cradle Of Filth

    track 4
    Midian [2000]
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    Come distortured artists
    Bitter things seek meaning
    Even if they're madness to behold
    Once forbears to horizons
    Where the dead stayed dreaming
    Now nightmares waken souls
    That fear the living's toll

    Gova, Bosch and Brueghel
    Three times moonwise stain thy graves
    For words alone are at loss to trace
    The face of today's inhuman wraith

    One half adrift in the vast abyss
    Of despair and misery
    The other a mask of rich red lips
    Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed

    All damned in this inferno
    Where even Virgil averts his eyes
    From the black mass mutual gang rape
    Of Caesing hands an forced divides

    Trespass these seven gates
    To a world bloodlet to shades
    Where Seraphim bleat
    Of their cold and coming Master's race
    In the seweres of Babylon
    Stillborn to a trough anon
    Chimiracles will hatch like plots
    To dredge faeces to pearl their cross

    Enter Penteholocaust
    Five aeons past, yet still Man grasps
    At final straws to save his cast

    His Lord is a leper we shall not want
    He betrayed us with white lies
    His acrid pall as of the tomb
    Reminds us how we rot inside

    Gutted like fool's paradise
    Glutted on cruel appetites

    Holding court to chaos
    Folding to far graver arms
    A downfall fatal to all resounds
    As orgies peak in self centred psalms

    And nature screams her sufferings
    Under bowed and cankered wings
    A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning
    Like the robes we've torn from her

    She begs us lay her pain to rest
    Lest we are left with nothingness
    Save for her stripped and ravished flesh

    And if her fate is not portent of Apocalypse
    Then the comets that graxe nightskies
    Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs
    When you and I and all else dies

    It's rotting down
    This carcass Maggotropolis

    Interdependent as worms to the grave
    Allah's true name is naught
    Chist cannot save
    Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps
    Spells of regret
    Death Magick for Adepts

    Be prepared to fulfill prophecies
    The glorious fall of a sin dynasty

    Gutted like fool's paradise
    Glutted on cruel appeitites

    We've woven hearts a thorn arbour
    Left tear streaked reason upon the shore
    And bereft of compass, star or more
    Set out for this World's end
    Few at the prow, most slave below
    Painting coal a perfect gold
    But for all it's worth, the engines slow
    Dead in the brine again
    Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty
    Prey to phallus seas
    That hiss and foam to douse disease
    A storm roars on the way
    Blacker than the Ace of Rapes
    Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades
    Our ship of fools, all boards handmade
    Sinks, dashed by seismic waves
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Adrian Paul Erlandsson, Dani Davey, Gianpiero Guiseppe Piras, Martin F. Powell, Paul James Allender, Robin Mark Eaglestone.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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