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      Tortured Soul Asylum (Demon Version)-Cradle of Filth

      Tortured Soul Asylum (Demon Version)-Cradle of Filth

      Cradle Of Filth

      Album: Lycanthropy

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      Cradle Of Filth - Tortured Soul Asylum (Demon Version)-Cradle of Filth Música y Letra

      "Oh, sweet Midian,
      I burn for thee at heart.
      Don't despair me.
      Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
      To where pleasure rings deep secrets
      In spurts, after dark..." *
      
      Under full moons waxing lyrically:
      Death's poetry floods the soul,
      Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
      To curse the stars with vertigo.
      And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
      Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs,
      Hymeneal gates to darker sides.
      A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies.
      
      Midian...
      
      Haunted by this portent,
      This obsession in my mind.
      With a city sunk below,
      Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
      Sporting their importance,
      Marble wings spread to the skies.
      A vale of dreams that it would seem,
      The daylights race to leave behind.
      
      These visions struck like a furious fuck
      Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls.
      Flashes of lust to dust
      Splashed across my psychic pall,
      As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
      With final thrusts I saw it all.
      
      Forbidden Midian,
      A long fabled Judecca.
      A sanctuary for sin...
      
      You rival Heaven
      Above Heaven's tragic wreck
      (Though the only Angels in repose
      Were those with ivy strangled necks)
      Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault.
      Gaunt, haunched edifices
      Midst lightfingered mists,
      From whence more awful shadows
      Drew back rusted bolts
      And dared a threshold.
      The searing Sun had knelt to kiss.
      
      Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth,
      The Tribes of Christ will not forgive -
      And shall not suffer their kind to live!
      
      For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs,
      Or their waltz so sibilant
      Through the gathering gloom!
      But from flumes of the moon in bloom,
      Baring each a face effaced,
      And raped in the womb!
      
      In hidden Midian,
      A Vatican lying in state,
      For the sanctity of sin...
      
      To rival Heaven
      Free of Heaven's tragic wreck
      (Though the only Angels that arose
      Were those who fell to most requests)
      Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
      Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
      Haunched, flaunted orifice
      Midst lighter fingered mists.
      Whilst I watched without revolt,
      Carnalities few beasts permit.
      
      Between the dog and wolf,
      Bared fangs met in intercourse.
      A nightly rite of teeth and cunt,
      For those below who rose to hunt.
      
      Soar sights that preyed on Me for days,
      And in laudenum's haze
      I painted them all...
      
      The slew of sith and kin
      I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
      To Deathugees at peace within
      Grotesques and wolves in women's skins
      The raven winged and missing limb
      Suicides and split thighed Seraphim.
      
      And marble stairs
      Stargrazers dare
      Ascend like prayer
      (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)
      
      Under full moons waxing lyrically:
      Death's poetry floods the soul,
      Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
      To curse the star with vertigo.
      And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
      Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs,
      Hymeneal gates to other sides.
      A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies.
      
      Midian...
      
      I know I've seen
      Through the black backed mirrors in sanity:
      Lucent prides amassed in last retreat,
      Prurient souls but no more freaks
      Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me.
      And just like grim ascension prophecies,
      My revenge, carved deep, will be
      A grisly plot that reads,
      Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams.
      
      When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me...
      
      ... Please come for me...
      
      Exhuming the moon,
      Through the bars in My room.
      The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through.
      But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes,
      No Cenobites rise to clame me from you!
      
      No! No! No!
      Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell!
      No! No! No!
      With prophets and losses,
      And dead men from crosses,
      My fate is a preview of derelict Hell!
      
      Midian!
      Midian!

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