Babalon A.d. Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

I bled on a pivotal stretch 

Like a clockwork Christ 

Bears sore stigmata, bored 

And as I threw Job, I drove 

Myself to a martyred wretch 

To see if I drew pity 

Or pretty litanies from the Lord 

So the plot sickened 

With the coming of days 

Ill millennia thickened 

With the claret I sprayed 

And though they saw red 

I left a dirty white stain 

A splintered know in the grain 

On Eden's marital aid 

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So glad for the madness 

I walked the walls, naked to the moon 

In Sodom and Babylon 

And through rich whores and corridors 

Of the Vatican, I led a sordid Borgia on 

I read the Urilia text 

So that mortals wormed 

As live bait for the dead 

And as I broke hope, I choked 

Another pope with manna peel 

Dictating to De Sade 

In the dark entrails of the Bastille 

And as he wrote, I smote 

A royal blow to the heads of France 

And in the sheen of guillotines 

I saw others, fallen, dance 

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I was an incurable 

Necromantic old fool 

A phagadaena that crawled 

Drooling over the past 

A rabid wolf in shawl 

A razor's edge to the rule 

That the stars overall 

Were never destined to last 

So glad for the madness 

I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleep 

Turning sermons with the smell 

On witchfinder fingers 

Where bad memories lingered 

Burning, as when Dante was freed to map Hell 

I sired schemes and the means 

To catch sight of the seams 

And the vagaries in between 

And midst the lips and the curls 

Of this cunt of a world 

In glimpses, I would see 

A nymph with eyes for me 

Eyes of fire that set all life aflame 

Lights that surpassed art 

In sight, that no intense device of pain 

Could prise their secrets from my heart 

I knew not her name 

Though her kiss was the same 

Without a whisper of shame 

As either virtue or sin's 

And pressed to her curve 

I felt my destiny swerve 

From damnation reserved 

To a permanent grin 

So glad for the madness