Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Thornography

As lonely as a poet on the wall of Jericho 
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars 
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul 
Is nothing but a split canopic jar 


I proved it, improved it 
Drove a sonnet right through it 
And in this state of bliss 
Evil kissed with wet lips 
Pen-filled fingertips 
Which drew me, for through me 
Illuminati usually pissed 
But with words of some hurts worth 
I threw a party that extended God’s list 


Exciting new flames that my face would claim for me 
Reciting back the almanac of travesties 


They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manner 
Dangerous to know 
A passing fad 
Taught in all debauch I excess and in canto 


Grown wild this childe 
Whole harems defiled 
Faustina’s and Mina’s 
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her 


What spread of lies arise when lovers die 
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive? 


They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manners 
Dangerous to know 
A passing fad 
Taught in all debauch 
Crow against the virgin snow 


Grown colder, my shoulder 
Like a boulder beside her 
And bolder, not wiser 
My dark seed took up root inside he 
That mouldered, where older 


Beddings would hold a passionate sigh 
But laudanum and soda 
Lord Numb coda 
Merited a forest of inherited spite 


Fleeing grief for foreign maps 
I still played vampire aristocrat 
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps 


Then shooting swans in a gondola 
I tripped my foot on a falled star 
And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar 
To let you know just who you fucking are 


The patron saint of heartache 


Ever after, can they hear my laughter? 


The patrons saint of heartache 


Never craft a better bed of disaster... 


The patron saint of heartache 


They call me bad 
Made Caliban with manners 
Dangerous to know 
A passing fad 
Taught in all debauch 
In excess and in canto 


They call me bad 
Mad Caliban with manners 
Dangerious to know 
A passing fad 
Whereupron I tell them 
To go fuck their mothers 
As so... 
On my grave