Lustmord & Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) - Cradle Of Filth

An archangel in bondage,

bediademed, sold

with a murder of ravens,

but no less astarte to behold.

abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark & past,

cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass.

And though her eyes still held fire

as stone walls caged the beast,

'gainst the lassitudes of death

she fought but failed to greet.

Midst lies in collusion

she was matyred to teach that:

(girl) «divinity & 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 my heart

i am convened by words

to avenge her

ebon splendour

and surrender

my soul to the dead to achieve prophecies

of libidinous scourge

horripilation braying over carrious 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

Oh how they plead to the skies

but this is mere foreplay to war…

Scar-riddled safron eaves bleed like the conjugal

vestal daughters giving throat to the priest

a sycophant, the despoiler of faith

now his skinless crucifixion needs a winged diocese…

For her interred i tore a battle banner from his side,

splashed in red goetia,

hues of hell & deicide

Here comes the night

its obsidian light

is a master whom disasters

suck upon like concubines

and under black skirts

that whisper of delight

dark seeds in fruition

darkened deeds to marry mine

(girl) «in death’s bed i have lain

paying lip service to shame,

but for dreaming of thee i regain

i reason to seek life again.»

And 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 destruction begins…

by forcing its herod tongue in…

to.

the womb of the holy virgin…

to taste of immaculate

sin

From temptation’s peak we will see world unfurled at last

now the wolves of time will 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

the crown upon a dead man

daylights crucified in sleep.

and lives that hide in scriptured lies

to the memory of a scream…

And we shall dance amid the ruins

as adam and evil

dizzy at the falling stars

that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval.

If all must we damn for this moment that it shall be so.

both our souls have crossed oceans of time

to grasp one another more tightly than death could alone

As zyklon beasts reign to make carrion crawl…

their talons of lust rake a clarion

call…

To the lick of carnivorous winds…

Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge

that obsesses my heart

i am convened by words

to avenge her

ebon splendour

and surrender

my soul to the dead to achieve prophecies

of libidinous scourge

horripilation braying over carrious 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.

(anyone who knows these last lines, please email me)