Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Midian

Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light 
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night 


A tragic yet magickal fall from grace 
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste 
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints 


Free shining souls torn from God's given Reich 
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight 


And Hell knows we sought victory 
Chancing the leash 
But when bad die were cast 
We were cast down to die 
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes 
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride 
Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) 
Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived 
Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... 


And after descenturies have crawled, vilified 
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives 


For eternity is a coprophagic 
Backward figure head 
Gorging on Her own bitter end 
And We have eaten shit 
Until we're close to addicts 
Now grime is running out 
For us to make amends 


To retake what once was lost 
To exalt our throne above the stars of God 


"To throw our fuck into gates and guts 
Of a severed never land 
Where we, the damned 
Once pleasured ran 
Like seamen from the phallus sea" 


Atrocious oceans must be crossed 
To exalt our throne above the stars of God 


The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs 
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... 


Throwing shades of war before like prophecy 
Night breed freed from the vasty deep 
...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken 
And when sultry Dusk disrobes they'll learn 
She is not a natural blond 
For the lower She goes the darker it grows 
An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan 


Fellated Satan 
Screams congeal in clotted pearl 
As He unfurls from aching hibernation 


Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra 
As lighting streaks with fire 
Black clouds that shroud the Earth 
Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories 
But now the Sun is loath to come 
The crescent moon is freed... 


Elated Satan 
The scimitar slash to the under gash 
Of Heaven too slight for penetration 


We strike as wolves from the thickening fog 
To exalt our throne over the stars of God 
Lowly holy goats bare the brunt 
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt 
Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells 
that smell of blessed cunt 
Like a convent where crosses rust 
From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun 
There where deeper needs are begged of lust 
And cess and less impress enough 


Obtaining the ord of Our Guardian, Anger 
And Death's tunnel vision 
Bad thing in collision 
The locking of eyes and jagged antler 


Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams 
Feasting from throats of celestial thieves 


And God knows we seek victory 
Now that we are unleashed 
To drive nails home of blind faith through those 
Who drove us from error to terror below 
Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies 
Tarred with red honey, the plaster 
Of many a spire that aspired to rise 
Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... 


In the start like a cast 
In morality plays 
Our hearts wore a mask 
Of dead rooks in the rain 
The World was our cloister 
No prayer, bent in shame 
Our once lucent plumage 
Stung with horn withered grey... 
and away... 
As Aeons slew so we grew to myth 
Revenge accrued to a monolith 
Bursting through from our roofed abyss 
Like an aether greased fist 
Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed 
Our horror pours through the orifice 
Where once the spheres and archangels kissed 
Phallelujah! 


Fellated Satan 
His coming assails 
The Night In Gales 
That bewail turned tides 
That engulf their nation 


Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth 
In a darkened high house 
Overrun by disease 
So let the truth be wrung 
That the Banished Ones intent 
On reinstatement have won 


We breathe by virtue of their rot 
Now our souls exult above the stars of God