Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Thornography

One dark afternoon 
Like a shadow I flew 
Through the rain that fell sick with lament 


To this house of incest 
For when we undressed 
Blasphemies against Venus were rent 


Though her sister removed 
Her white body approved 
The barade of my heavenly quests 


Yet, all tongues are not true 
Some are forked or askew 
Like an uncivil serpent’s at best 


For ousted from Eden 
I fausted all reason 
Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan 


To horned fairy groves 
And hot virgin coves 
Where in the promiscuous swam 


I elected lovers and rejected others 
Mathistrises that don’t give a damn 


But for those that still do 
My deep interest grew 
The rise of the true pentagram!