Song | Death Magick For Adepts |
Artist | Cradle of Filth |
Album | Midian |
作词 : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning | |
Even if they're madness to behold | |
Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming | |
Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living's toll | |
Gova Bosch and | |
Brueghel three times | |
Moon wise stain thy graves | |
For words alone are at loss to trace | |
The face of today's inhuman wraith | |
One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery | |
The other a mask of rich red lips | |
Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed | |
All damned in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes | |
From the black mass mutual gang rape | |
Of ceasing hands an forced divides | |
Trespass these seven gates to a world blood let to shades | |
Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master's race | |
In the sewers of | |
Babylon stillborn to a trough anon | |
Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their cross | |
Enter penteholocaust | |
Five aeons past yet still man grasps | |
At final straws to save his cast | |
His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white lies | |
His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside | |
Gutted like fool's paradise gutted on cruel appetites | |
Holding court to chaos holding to far graver arms | |
A downfall fatal to all resounds | |
As orgies peak in self centered psalms | |
And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings | |
A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning | |
Like the robes we've torn from her | |
She begs us lay her pain to rest | |
Lest we are left with nothingness | |
Save for her stripped and ravished flesh | |
And if her fate is not portent of apocalypse | |
Then the comets that graxe nightskies | |
We'll surely cleanse of wrongs and rights | |
When you and | |
I and all else dies | |
It's rotting down this carcass maggotropolis | |
Interdependent as worms to the grave | |
Allah's true name is naught | |
Christ cannot save | |
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps | |
Spells of regret death magick for adepts | |
Be prepared to fulfill prophecies | |
The glorious fall of a sin dynasty | |
Glutted like fool's paradise, glutted on cruel appetites | |
We've woven hearts a thorn arbour | |
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore | |
And bereft of compass star or more set out for this world's end | |
Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect gold | |
But for all it's worth the engines slow dead in the brine again | |
Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus seas | |
That hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way | |
Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades | |
Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves |
zuò cí : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Come distortured artists bitter things seek meaning | |
Even if they' re madness to behold | |
Once forbears to horizons where the dead stayed dreaming | |
Now nightmares waken souls that fear the living' s toll | |
Gova Bosch and | |
Brueghel three times | |
Moon wise stain thy graves | |
For words alone are at loss to trace | |
The face of today' s inhuman wraith | |
One half adrift in the vast abyss of despair and misery | |
The other a mask of rich red lips | |
Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed | |
All damned in this inferno where virgil averts his eyes | |
From the black mass mutual gang rape | |
Of ceasing hands an forced divides | |
Trespass these seven gates to a world blood let to shades | |
Where seraphim bleat of their cold and coming master' s race | |
In the sewers of | |
Babylon stillborn to a trough anon | |
Chimiracles will hatch like plots to dredge faeces to pearl their cross | |
Enter penteholocaust | |
Five aeons past yet still man grasps | |
At final straws to save his cast | |
His lord is a leper we shall not want he betrayed us with white lies | |
His acrid pall as of the tomb reminds us how we rot inside | |
Gutted like fool' s paradise gutted on cruel appetites | |
Holding court to chaos holding to far graver arms | |
A downfall fatal to all resounds | |
As orgies peak in self centered psalms | |
And nature screams her sufferings under bowed and cankered wings | |
A bleak scorched earth necrotica burning | |
Like the robes we' ve torn from her | |
She begs us lay her pain to rest | |
Lest we are left with nothingness | |
Save for her stripped and ravished flesh | |
And if her fate is not portent of apocalypse | |
Then the comets that graxe nightskies | |
We' ll surely cleanse of wrongs and rights | |
When you and | |
I and all else dies | |
It' s rotting down this carcass maggotropolis | |
Interdependent as worms to the grave | |
Allah' s true name is naught | |
Christ cannot save | |
Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps | |
Spells of regret death magick for adepts | |
Be prepared to fulfill prophecies | |
The glorious fall of a sin dynasty | |
Glutted like fool' s paradise, glutted on cruel appetites | |
We' ve woven hearts a thorn arbour | |
Left tear streaked reason upon the shore | |
And bereft of compass star or more set out for this world' s end | |
Few at the prow most slave below painting coal a perfect gold | |
But for all it' s worth the engines slow dead in the brine again | |
Come cabin fever sodomy on the bounty prey to phallus seas | |
That hiss and foam to douse disease a storm roars on the way | |
Blacker than the ace of rapes dealt out by death in darkwood glades | |
Our ship of fools all boards handmade sinks dashed by seismic waves |