Song | Babalon A.D. |
Artist | Cradle of Filth |
Album | Babalon a.D. |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.74] | Babalon A.D. |
[00:12.95] | |
[00:41.91] | I bled on a pivotal stretch |
[00:44.03] | Like a clockwork Christ |
[00:45.43] | Bears sore stigmata, bored |
[00:48.26] | |
[00:48.49] | And as I threw Job, I drove |
[00:51.16] | Myself to a martyred wretch |
[00:54.29] | To see if I drew pity |
[00:56.73] | Or pretty litanies from the Lord |
[00:59.70] | |
[01:00.24] | So the plot sickened |
[01:01.63] | With the coming of days |
[01:02.95] | Ill millennia thickened |
[01:04.39] | With the claret I sprayed |
[01:06.36] | And though they saw red |
[01:07.61] | I left a dirty white stain |
[01:08.84] | A splintered knot in the grain |
[01:10.42] | On Eden’s marital aid |
[01:12.71] | |
[01:16.67] | So glad for the madness(x2) |
[01:24.84] | |
[01:36.07] | I walked the walls naked to the moon |
[01:38.71] | In Sodom and Babylon |
[01:41.97] | And through rich whores and corridors |
[01:43.82] | Of the Vatican |
[01:45.74] | I led a sordid Borgia on |
[01:48.34] | |
[01:53.17] | I read the Urilia text |
[01:55.17] | So that mortals wormed |
[01:56.82] | As livebait for the dead |
[01:59.45] | |
[01:59.93] | And as I broke hope, I choked |
[02:02.75] | Another Pope with manna peel |
[02:05.64] | Dictating to DeSade |
[02:07.29] | In the dark entrails of the Bastille |
[02:12.26] | And as He wrote, I smote |
[02:14.53] | A royal blow to the heads of France |
[02:18.36] | And in the sheen of guillotines |
[02:20.68] | I saw others, fallen, dance |
[02:27.04] | |
[02:47.39] | I was an incurable |
[02:48.64] | Necromantic old fool |
[02:50.20] | A phagadaena that crawled |
[02:51.86] | Drooling over the past |
[02:53.46] | A rabid wolf in a shawl |
[02:54.59] | A razor’s edge to the rule |
[02:56.19] | That the stars overall |
[02:57.62] | Were never destined to last |
[02:59.64] | |
[03:03.86] | So glad for the madness(x2) |
[03:14.91] | |
[03:23.41] | I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep |
[03:26.28] | Turning sermons with the smell |
[03:29.23] | On Witchfinder fingers |
[03:30.68] | Where bad memories lingered |
[03:32.23] | Burning, as when Dante |
[03:33.79] | Was freed to map Hell |
[03:35.43] | |
[03:40.94] | I sired schemes and the means |
[03:42.63] | To catch sight of the seams |
[03:44.14] | And the vagaries inbetween... |
[03:47.30] | |
[04:00.03] | And midst the lips and the curls |
[04:02.34] | Of this cunt of a world |
[04:07.29] | In glimpses I would see |
[04:09.64] | A nymph with eyes for me |
[04:22.32] | |
[04:23.73] | Eyes of fire that set all life aflame |
[04:25.88] | Lights that surpassed art |
[04:28.98] | In sight , that no intense device of pain |
[04:31.81] | Could prise their secrets from my heart |
[04:35.22] | |
[04:37.10] | I knew not Her name |
[04:38.27] | Though her kiss was the same |
[04:39.56] | Without a whisper of shame |
[04:40.94] | As either Virtue or Sin’s |
[04:42.90] | And pressed to Her Curve |
[04:44.10] | I felt my destiny swerve |
[04:45.53] | From damnation reserved |
[04:47.11] | To a permanent grin... |
[04:49.02] | |
[04:53.50] | So glad for the madness(x2) |
[05:07.54] |
[00:00.74] | Babalon A. D. |
[00:12.95] | |
[00:41.91] | I bled on a pivotal stretch |
[00:44.03] | Like a clockwork Christ |
[00:45.43] | Bears sore stigmata, bored |
[00:48.26] | |
[00:48.49] | And as I threw Job, I drove |
[00:51.16] | Myself to a martyred wretch |
[00:54.29] | To see if I drew pity |
[00:56.73] | Or pretty litanies from the Lord |
[00:59.70] | |
[01:00.24] | So the plot sickened |
[01:01.63] | With the coming of days |
[01:02.95] | Ill millennia thickened |
[01:04.39] | With the claret I sprayed |
[01:06.36] | And though they saw red |
[01:07.61] | I left a dirty white stain |
[01:08.84] | A splintered knot in the grain |
[01:10.42] | On Eden' s marital aid |
[01:12.71] | |
[01:16.67] | So glad for the madness x2 |
[01:24.84] | |
[01:36.07] | I walked the walls naked to the moon |
[01:38.71] | In Sodom and Babylon |
[01:41.97] | And through rich whores and corridors |
[01:43.82] | Of the Vatican |
[01:45.74] | I led a sordid Borgia on |
[01:48.34] | |
[01:53.17] | I read the Urilia text |
[01:55.17] | So that mortals wormed |
[01:56.82] | As livebait for the dead |
[01:59.45] | |
[01:59.93] | And as I broke hope, I choked |
[02:02.75] | Another Pope with manna peel |
[02:05.64] | Dictating to DeSade |
[02:07.29] | In the dark entrails of the Bastille |
[02:12.26] | And as He wrote, I smote |
[02:14.53] | A royal blow to the heads of France |
[02:18.36] | And in the sheen of guillotines |
[02:20.68] | I saw others, fallen, dance |
[02:27.04] | |
[02:47.39] | I was an incurable |
[02:48.64] | Necromantic old fool |
[02:50.20] | A phagadaena that crawled |
[02:51.86] | Drooling over the past |
[02:53.46] | A rabid wolf in a shawl |
[02:54.59] | A razor' s edge to the rule |
[02:56.19] | That the stars overall |
[02:57.62] | Were never destined to last |
[02:59.64] | |
[03:03.86] | So glad for the madness x2 |
[03:14.91] | |
[03:23.41] | I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep |
[03:26.28] | Turning sermons with the smell |
[03:29.23] | On Witchfinder fingers |
[03:30.68] | Where bad memories lingered |
[03:32.23] | Burning, as when Dante |
[03:33.79] | Was freed to map Hell |
[03:35.43] | |
[03:40.94] | I sired schemes and the means |
[03:42.63] | To catch sight of the seams |
[03:44.14] | And the vagaries inbetween... |
[03:47.30] | |
[04:00.03] | And midst the lips and the curls |
[04:02.34] | Of this cunt of a world |
[04:07.29] | In glimpses I would see |
[04:09.64] | A nymph with eyes for me |
[04:22.32] | |
[04:23.73] | Eyes of fire that set all life aflame |
[04:25.88] | Lights that surpassed art |
[04:28.98] | In sight , that no intense device of pain |
[04:31.81] | Could prise their secrets from my heart |
[04:35.22] | |
[04:37.10] | I knew not Her name |
[04:38.27] | Though her kiss was the same |
[04:39.56] | Without a whisper of shame |
[04:40.94] | As either Virtue or Sin' s |
[04:42.90] | And pressed to Her Curve |
[04:44.10] | I felt my destiny swerve |
[04:45.53] | From damnation reserved |
[04:47.11] | To a permanent grin... |
[04:49.02] | |
[04:53.50] | So glad for the madness x2 |
[05:07.54] |
[00:00.74] | Babalon A. D. |
[00:12.95] | |
[00:41.91] | I bled on a pivotal stretch |
[00:44.03] | Like a clockwork Christ |
[00:45.43] | Bears sore stigmata, bored |
[00:48.26] | |
[00:48.49] | And as I threw Job, I drove |
[00:51.16] | Myself to a martyred wretch |
[00:54.29] | To see if I drew pity |
[00:56.73] | Or pretty litanies from the Lord |
[00:59.70] | |
[01:00.24] | So the plot sickened |
[01:01.63] | With the coming of days |
[01:02.95] | Ill millennia thickened |
[01:04.39] | With the claret I sprayed |
[01:06.36] | And though they saw red |
[01:07.61] | I left a dirty white stain |
[01:08.84] | A splintered knot in the grain |
[01:10.42] | On Eden' s marital aid |
[01:12.71] | |
[01:16.67] | So glad for the madness x2 |
[01:24.84] | |
[01:36.07] | I walked the walls naked to the moon |
[01:38.71] | In Sodom and Babylon |
[01:41.97] | And through rich whores and corridors |
[01:43.82] | Of the Vatican |
[01:45.74] | I led a sordid Borgia on |
[01:48.34] | |
[01:53.17] | I read the Urilia text |
[01:55.17] | So that mortals wormed |
[01:56.82] | As livebait for the dead |
[01:59.45] | |
[01:59.93] | And as I broke hope, I choked |
[02:02.75] | Another Pope with manna peel |
[02:05.64] | Dictating to DeSade |
[02:07.29] | In the dark entrails of the Bastille |
[02:12.26] | And as He wrote, I smote |
[02:14.53] | A royal blow to the heads of France |
[02:18.36] | And in the sheen of guillotines |
[02:20.68] | I saw others, fallen, dance |
[02:27.04] | |
[02:47.39] | I was an incurable |
[02:48.64] | Necromantic old fool |
[02:50.20] | A phagadaena that crawled |
[02:51.86] | Drooling over the past |
[02:53.46] | A rabid wolf in a shawl |
[02:54.59] | A razor' s edge to the rule |
[02:56.19] | That the stars overall |
[02:57.62] | Were never destined to last |
[02:59.64] | |
[03:03.86] | So glad for the madness x2 |
[03:14.91] | |
[03:23.41] | I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep |
[03:26.28] | Turning sermons with the smell |
[03:29.23] | On Witchfinder fingers |
[03:30.68] | Where bad memories lingered |
[03:32.23] | Burning, as when Dante |
[03:33.79] | Was freed to map Hell |
[03:35.43] | |
[03:40.94] | I sired schemes and the means |
[03:42.63] | To catch sight of the seams |
[03:44.14] | And the vagaries inbetween... |
[03:47.30] | |
[04:00.03] | And midst the lips and the curls |
[04:02.34] | Of this cunt of a world |
[04:07.29] | In glimpses I would see |
[04:09.64] | A nymph with eyes for me |
[04:22.32] | |
[04:23.73] | Eyes of fire that set all life aflame |
[04:25.88] | Lights that surpassed art |
[04:28.98] | In sight , that no intense device of pain |
[04:31.81] | Could prise their secrets from my heart |
[04:35.22] | |
[04:37.10] | I knew not Her name |
[04:38.27] | Though her kiss was the same |
[04:39.56] | Without a whisper of shame |
[04:40.94] | As either Virtue or Sin' s |
[04:42.90] | And pressed to Her Curve |
[04:44.10] | I felt my destiny swerve |
[04:45.53] | From damnation reserved |
[04:47.11] | To a permanent grin... |
[04:49.02] | |
[04:53.50] | So glad for the madness x2 |
[05:07.54] |