Cradle Of Filth Lyrics

Album: Damnation And A Day

Babalon A.D. Lyrics

I bled on a pivotal stretch 

Like a clockwork Christ 

Bears sore stigmata, bored 

And as I threw Job, I drove 

Myself to a martyred wretch 

To see if I drew pity 

Or pretty litanies from the Lord 

So the plot sickened 

With the coming of days 

Ill millennia thickened 

With the claret I sprayed 

And though they saw red 

I left a dirty white stain 

A splintered knot in the grain 

On Eden's marital aid 

So glad for the madness 

I walked the walls naked to the moon 

In Sodom and Babylon 

And through rich whores and corridors 

Of the Vatican 

I led a sordid Borgia on 

I read the Urilia text 

So that mortals wormed 

As livebait for the dead 

And as I broke hope, I choked 

Another Pope with manna peel 

Dictating to DeSade 

In the dark entrails of the Bastille 

And as He wrote, I smote 

A royal blow to the heads of France 

And in the sheen of guillotines 

I saw others, fallen, dance 

I was an incurable 

Necromantic old fool 

A phagadaena that crawled 

Drooling over the past 

A rabid wolf in a shawl 

A razor's edge to the rule 

That the stars overall 

Were never destined to last 

So glad for the madness 

I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep 

Turning sermons with the smell 

On Witchfinder fingers 

Where bad memories lingered 

Burning, as when Dante 

Was freed to map Hell 

I sired schemes and the means 

To catch sight of the seams 

And the vagaries inbetween... 

And midst the lips and the curls 

Of this cunt of a world 

In glimpses I would see 

A nymph with eyes for me 

Eyes of fire that set all life aflame 

Lights that surpassed art 

In sight , that no intense device of pain 

Could prise their secrets from my heart 

I knew not Her name 

Though her kiss was the same 

Without a whisper of shame 

As either Virtue or Sin's 

And pressed to Her Curve 

I felt my destiny swerve 

From damnation reserved 

To a permanent grin... 

So glad for the madness