Thornography Lyrics Album by Cradle of Filth
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1. Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive like Miss Leviathan
(Instrumental)
2. Dirge Inferno
“Carrion my name for those
who choose to mouth the curse.
A tragic serenade with Judas
in my stride.
The Gothic halls of shame where
statues coldly hold no worse
than the murders I reclaim
from a dark forsaken time.”
Kissing Heaven spent he wipes lips
free of his hectic discharge,
wishing to repent for the
brute that ravaged free.
In slight hands beauty weeps,
conquest’s deep methodical screwing
hurt repeatedly like the world
wound at his feet.
Dirge inferno!
Dirge inferno!
As it is written, damn it,
so let it be wrung!
From throats of those in overthrow
the past at last has come.
A savage bite without respite
pervades the freezing air,
this winter chill grist for his mill
if tears of joy will blear elsewhere.
And church bells drown in the cracks
of doom, the storms above us hew
as lightning runs like bifurcate
tongues deflowering two by two.
Hissing malcontent he storms
the skies on electric discharge,
pissing in contempt on the
effigies of the weak.
Killing all resolve, the great
beast simmers his scarlet women.
Spit their vitriol on the
terrified face of peace.
Dirge inferno!
Dirge inferno!
As it is written, damn it,
so let it be wrung!
From throats of those in overthrow
the past at last has come.
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
have locked to hasten blood.
The moon disrobes to harden droves
of legions pouring.
These rivers press, his breath adorns
senates and enemy seats whilst his power
takes as ingratitude the writhing of the weak.
The writhing of the weak!
“Wormwood my name!
The poisoned star that fell to Earth,
and blistered free of shame
in the pits of self-rebirth.
Now those caves become a garret,
overseeing endless barracks
as the waters turn to claret,
and the Vatican satins burn.”
3. Tonight in Flames
“I will give to drink without cost
from the spring of the water of life.
He who overcomes will inherit all this,
and I will be his God and he will be my son.”
When contrary winds blow across the sands
their murmurs can be easily swayed,
but when storms quicken one cannot placate
the howling of their murderous rages.
Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling
hand beside our waiting graves,
as war roars about our precious land
seeking cause to subjugate.
Tonight in flames!
Tonight the world
will fear our names.
Tonight in flames,
stay my feeble heart.
Our deaths will be the start
of something glorious and vain!
Tonight in flames!
There is no fanaticism as virile as faith,
to the blind his words are clear:
“Suffer not the infidel, suffer not the infidel,
assure your place in paradise here.”
Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling
hand beside her tiny grave.
I will avenge her, do or damned,
her sacred mother did the same.
Tonight in flames!
Tonight the world
will fear our names.
Tonight in flames,
stay my feeble heart.
Our deaths will be the start
of something glorious and vain!
Tonight in flames!
I went to see her dance one day
in a play by a wailing wall.
Now she is gone but the song
lives on zealous and maniacal.
The eastern sword must fall!
“The cowardly, the unbelieving,
the vile, the murderers, the idolaters
and all liars, their place will be in
the fiery lake of burning sulfur.”
Winged Seraphim hold Love’s trembling
hand beside our waiting graves,
as war roars about our precious land
seeking cause to subjugate.
Tonight in flames!
Tonight the world
will fear our names.
Tonight in flames,
stay my feeble heart.
Our deaths will be the start
of something glorious and vain!
Tonight in flames!
4. Libertina Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
wooed by Dresden serenades,
her soundtrack now a bombing raid
bored of Vaudeville.
God was six days sober
on the night that she was born to
the glistening star of a bible class,
an icon now in religious porn.
She was Alice through the glory hole,
an ejaculate misconception.
Disney-esque, the high priestess of greed
and deepest dark deception.
All best to bury whims
for Miss Libertina Grimm.
Libertina Grimm!
She, that little red riding crop
brer werewolf at her stocking tops,
beneath the tightened leather strop
of the basque of the Houndervilles.
At the stroke of midnight come
she polished verse and hearses,
in a poisonous pen dipped in omen
to her surgeon full of general curses.
In the hand of morgue redeemers
though the dead always pleased her more,
squatting in their coffins flirting
curtsies to the thirteenth floor.
Tip your hats for
sweet Libertina Grimm!
Fantasy and candy stores,
Snow White and the seven straws,
smoke and mirrors on all fours.
Libertina Grimm!
Her brothers grim her sisters through,
the final dance will be the cue,
she amputates to fit the shoe.
Libertina Grimm!
Libertina Grimm!
Mystery kindled in a blackened room,
nine candles lit to improve the gloom.
She sees the dark as she feels the womb
full of hidden secrets.
They haunt her heart, those precious few,
those Count Lestats and Betty Blues.
Those tortured souls just like me and you
full of hidden secrets.
Tip your hats,
for sweet Libertina Grimm.
Fantasy and candy stores,
Snow White and the seven straws,
smoke and mirrors on all fours.
Libertina Grimm!
Her brothers grim her sisters through,
the final dance will be the cue,
she amputates to fit the shoe.
Libertina Grimm!
Fantasy and candy stores,
Snow White and the seven straws,
smoke and mirrors on all fours.
Libertina Grimm!
Her brothers grim her sisters through,
the final dance will be the cue,
she amputates to fit the shoe.
Libertina Grimm!
No, don’t go!
Don’t you leave me here
so alone, Libertina!
No, don’t you go!
Don’t you leave me here
so alone where the dead
are free to roam.
5. The Byronic Man
As lonely as a poet on the walls 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 spilt 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 hurt worth I
threw a party that extended God’s list.
Exciting new flames that
my fame would claim for me,
reciting back the almanac
of travesties.
They call me bad, mad Caliban
with manners dangerous to know.
A passing fad taught in all debauch,
in 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 her.
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 fallen 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!
You can’t see my world is falling,
the world is falling down.
The patron saint of heartache!
Can’t see the world is falling,
my world is falling down.
Ever after can they hear my laughter?
The patron saint of heartache!
Never craft a better bed of disaster!
The patron saint of heartache!
They call me bad, mad 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 dangerous to know.
A passing fad Where upon I tell them
to go fuck their mothers.
As so on my grave!
6. I Am the Thorn
The needle in the eye of the hurricane,
the poison in the font.
The nail in the coffin of the profane,
I am the lot!
Maniacal the fire that
weaves inside my soul
when dripping tongues
of hate envenomed roll.
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars
my blood runs with the beasts
though no crescent cross or wandering
star shalt witness my defeat.
Born of jackal in the Vatican
to a loathsome flock, I have
crept behind the drapes and
a wizard there is not.
Just a white flag blackened by
singing weapons that have led
a faith that soon dominions over
desert kingdoms of the dead.
I smell the fleur du malcontent,
the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens.
Bouquets for greed and twisted law,
handmaidens of a holy war.
Bring on a thousand roses more,
I am the thorn!
Tangled are the thickets
that spare the virgin heart
from the waking grasp of
rapists in the dark.
Mountaineers that strive so far
for a Heaven grown from reach,
that love herself is fabled
to be missing from their peaks.
Save in one sole tower
where the presence of a rod
stays the sleeping beauty from
the prying fingers of the mob.
I smell the fleur du malcontent,
the hellish stench of Judas in the dozens.
Bouquets for greed and twisted law,
handmaidens of a holy war.
Bring on a thousand roses more,
I am the thorn!
I am the spear of Longinus,
the sword of Damocles.
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus,
the hammer of the Gods
in the prophet’s teeth.
I am the thorn!
Saint Disgustus, President Evil,
great white hopes of a shark-eyed people,
lights of the world now flicker and die.
Impaled in the race, in the paling face
where forked tongues pricked the skies.
Choking on these words as I slither to their ear
as lightning strikes their blinded minds.
I am the thorn!
I am not the hand of God…
Territorial thieves ever stealing
thunder for religious causes,
I will bring you all down to
your knees and fuck you over!
Bouquets for greed and twisted law,
handmaidens of a holy war.
Bring on a thousand roses more,
I am the thorn!
7. Cemetery and Sundown
We rise with the sun in the underworld,
we suffer from a graveless name.
We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled
over teeth that have tasted shame.
Cemetery and sundown!
Against the flora of nightfall
we gather like the fauna of war
to curse Aurora so spiteful with
her stake in the coming of dawn.
To conjure forth the past, those
heady nights of pain resplendent
in the service of the Goddess of Death
when her sheets ran royalty-red.
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes,
shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent.
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter spent
on upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness.
We walk this Eden a secret,
faces hidden under leonine pride.
In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it
when blood and lust and waking worlds collide.
When waking worlds collide!
Cemetery and sundown!
Too long have we skulked like drifters
in the cities of the neon sun.
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters,
Mona Lisas where the paint has run.
I miss our glorious past,
our nightly flights on fear dependent.
Phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine
when the song bird broke her neck.
Wolves howl their fogbound serenades,
churches arch their backs with balustrades.
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
when we hunt these vestal vermin
unafraid of the covenant made.
Draw the blinds
on the floors of raw meat,
there is murder in the thirst.
Rich red vascular tapestries
hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
in dreams where themes of bestiality
are a blessing on their Sunday sheep.
Sermons hang a black gown
over cemetery and sundown.
Now the clock is harrying midnight,
and the ghosts of yet-to-come.
Will she show rewrites of dark delight,
or the sewers we’ve overrun?
I see a winter palace
cut diamonds at a porcelain neck.
When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s
spirit as I threw her to it bled.
We rise with the sun in the underworld,
we suffer from a graveless name.
We prise wide lids and wounds with lips curled
over teeth that have tasted shame.
We walk this Eden a secret,
faces hidden under leonine pride.
In dusk’s embrace we find it hard to keep it
when blood and lust and waking worlds collide.
8. Lovesick for Mina
One might see in Mina my disease,
but it is she who has infected me
for all eternity.
As the sun slips the tearaway stars
into the scented scheme of night,
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
set upon a marbled dream of white.
So pure of thought like a Vestal
statue jewelled with a God-lent grace.
I was close to coming when she bid adieu,
fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there.
Oh Mina, obscener!
Thoughts obsess my days.
Oh Mina, obscener!
Thoughts possess me,
that I must now obey!
They say the darkest hour
is that before the dawn,
when nothing in one’s power
can dissipate the great forlorn.
Shadows of fire that haunt me
like risen whispers of her name,
for dawn is a dusk wherein needs
must erupt from the grave aflame.
Written in the dead of night,
and riding on the burning wind.
Smitten by her read delight,
my words alight like leaves of sin.
Stepping through a mirror,
the princess of the emerald glass
brought me one step nearer
Love’s infernal past.
They say Hell hath no furies
like a woman scorned by life,
when the heavenly judge and juries
participate to chain this wife.
With forced virtues her secret
needs drew on my foreign blood.
On warm wet nights with storm-wracked
bites, I gave her Eden after the flood.
Written in the dead of night,
and riding on the burning wind.
Smitten by her read delight,
my words alight like leaves of sin.
Verona, Marishka, Aleera,
brides of old and Goddesses all,
forgive my wishes to be always near her
forever or whenever seas recall.
This Aphrodite from my embrace
for as Mars whom her lips placate,
I tore these shores with wars of hatred.
Before our Paris set his fate
in Helen, one might find mistake
in winning tragedy for all eternity.
I am still lovesick for Mina,
I am still so lovesick for her,
I am still lovesick for Mina,
I am still so lovesick for her.
9. The Foetus of a New Day Kicking
I’m chaos international,
the writing on the wall.
A Lazarus in parable!
A dark and sullen lullaby
whispered softly as you die,
promising torments are nigh!
Danger warning
levels hissed out loud,
I saw the silver lining
hidden in a mushroom cloud.
Now I’m reeling from
the shock at ground zero.
If yesterday you would
have stood up proud then why
tonight have you thrown in
with the stoning crowd?
I’ll breathe through the
foetus of a new day kicking.
The foetus of a new day kicking!
It’s true that Jesus cannot save,
I’m rising from the grave to put
my double cross to shame.
A poison rush, a heart attack,
a white assassin painted black,
you’ll fear this reaper coming back.
Danger warning
levels hissed out loud,
I saw the silver lining
hidden in a mushroom cloud.
Now I’m reeling from
the shock at ground zero.
If yesterday you would
have stood up proud then why
tonight have you thrown in
with the stoning crowd?
I’ll breathe through the
foetus of a new day kicking.
On a night like this you
laid the serpent’s kiss in
this garden of Gethsemane,
you played the traitor well.
In a dawn to come I will
blind the sun to grant
you pardon as my enemy,
before damning you to Hell.
Danger warning
levels hissed out loud,
I saw the silver lining
hidden in a mushroom cloud.
Now I’m reeling from
the shock at ground zero.
If yesterday you would
have stood up proud then why
tonight have you thrown in
with the stoning crowd?
I’ll breathe through the
foetus of a new day kicking.
The foetus of a new day kicking!
10. Rise of the Pentagram
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!
11. Under Huntress Moon
With the snow fallen thick and bonfires alit,
and shooting stars portents of rips.
I ascended to spur a mere glimpse or murmur
from her precious celestial lips.
“Be it sun to your moon,
be it moon to your sun.
Together we promised to come.
With a turn of the screw,
and a slip of the tongue
we eclipsed one another undone.”
Through the mist, through the woods,
with the night-wraiths I’ve stood
atop murderous peaks calling you.
On storm-lashed beachheads where
the fishermen dread the things
your bewitchments accrue.
Those deep creatures bring
her cut diamond rings, a girl
with a pearl necklace her.
Advancing in fevers, tsunamis and myrrh.
Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
Or will she purr, or will she purr?
She lights the skies!
Dressed in silver scales
plucked from the ocean
to spite her thighs that
Lucifer snuck inside.
And with his pride enclaves
were upgraded to Goshen,
so paradise could shine
from out her skirts.
“I adorn myself at dusk with
ornaments to close the noose.
A kiss as red as blood
and cold as Hell.
My body glows with lust,
anaemic as the flag of truce.
I raised at dawn to catch you
in my spell.”
With every twist I cannot resist her
fertile female mind control.
This wanton witch, white-rapids sister
to whom I pour my wine and soul.
And here we go again!
From a copse of black yews
where the moon was drawn through
like a sword through a Gordian knot.
She descended to me, claiming swift victory
over the heart I had near-soon forgot.
With every kiss
this huntress whispered:
“Yield to my sweet embrace,
one night of bliss.”
I could not dismiss her,
once her beauty shot me
a darker face.
You mesmerise my soul, Diana.
You mesmerise my soul!
You mesmerise my soul, Diana.
You mesmerise my soul!
12. Temptation (Heaven 17 cover)
I’ve never been closer,
I’ve tried to understand
that certain feeling carved
by another’s hand.
But it’s too late to hesitate,
we can’t keep on living like this.
Leave no track, don’t look back!
Temptation…
All I desire keep climbing higher and higher,
adorable creatures with unacceptable features.
Trouble is coming, it’s just the high cost of loving,
you can take it or leave it but you’d better believe it!
You’ve got to make me an offer
that cannot be ignored.
So let’s head for home now,
everything I have is yours.
Step by step and day by day,
every second counts I can’t break away.
Leave no trace, hide your face!
All I desire keep
climbing higher and higher.
You can take it or leave it
but you’d better believe it!
Step by step
and day by day,
every second counts
I can’t break away.
Keep us from temptation…
Lead us not into temptation.
Trying to find it, you’ve got to get up behind it,
put your dime in the hot slot but it’s a million to one shot.
You think that you’re right, you gonna face it tonite now,
give me a breakdown because it’s time for a shakedown!
Temptation…
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