Cradle Of Filth For Your Vulgar Delectation
Welcome with a stench of misadventure,
Libertines and and sibling things a grim
Slither forth trough the gateway's hissing denture
The moon, one up on the chateau battlements
Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la
The solstice calls like the piper to rodentia
Come join this hive of masquerades
This eve is pure and pagan
Its teeth are in the past
Dark royalties of ancient caste
Feast in splendour
For your vulgar delectation
Decreed, that hunger shall be sated by the dawn
In marble ballrooms of delight
The erotic and the wicked dance alike
Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful
The cellar smelt abrim with cracked wine and racked women
Are spiced for even Marquis appetites
Screams an aphrodisiac for the blackest ever nightfall
Lords heed the call
Vast boudoirs here are mastered by the minatory
Walls plastered with the base relief of baser glories
Ma cherie Debauchery deflower of my life, untie their bonds
And push these fantasies to ever greater stories
For your vulgar delectation
Inhibit nothing, run free
Loose sore cauteries before me
Ripped, á¹—rolific scars
Are titbits on witch to feed
The heathen hour strikes
Wrong the rites
Beasts ravage for your soul
As lovely entrapment snaps
Her fingers, hell comes crawling
This eve is pure and pagan
Its teeth are in the past
Let the cream of sinners learn at last
For your vulgar delectation
Decreed, that hunger shall be sated by the dawn
Dawn burning, aghast
With the judgment that we spend upon the evil
We feed eternal hungriness
Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral
