Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Damnation And A Day

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
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 scene 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
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 factories inbetween...


And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for


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 spin...


So glad for the madness
So glad for the madness