Beast Of Extermination Lyrics - Darkly Darkly Venus Aversa - Cradle Of Filth

Kill a man and you are a murderer 

Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror 

Kill everyone and you are a God 

Born of the best of enemies 

Beyond the pearly constellations 

Where in heaven has no embassy 

And hope no surly grip on reason 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

He is sly, bejeweled with sylph 

Slick limbs spread wide 

To guide you through the filth 

And rust crawl to him fueled by lust 

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He's the horned one in the pentagram 

A waste of chaos by the gram 

Dark eyes for trouble 

Double damned, despair 

The storm upon lake Lachrymose 

Restless, never comatose 

The thorn upon 

The single rose we share 

Germination 

His a renegade a Capella now obeyed 

A shit-storm without warning 

The plea-suit King in yellow on parade 

Son of the thunderous morning 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

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He is high, inured with vice 

The tower-cree er on our edelweiss career 

A foreign power cut of utter fear 

Taught curiosity, he s atrocity, banned 

The taste of chaos by the dram 

A tortured course like slaughtered lamb 

Best rare 

The curse that haunts this thirsting tomb 

Disturbed, becomes the worst of doom 

Rehearsing all his worth for soon, he's there 

Extermination 

He is hatred, greed and war 

He is everything we ought abhor 

Were it not for the fateful truth, be sure 

We suffer him all the more 

And lo, his tyrant's eye 

Is fixed upon our rich and vibrant sky 

Now hear the wind 

Herald desolation 

As on that eve when angels clad 

In nothing but their whispered virtues 

They slipped into the valley 

Of the dirty serpentine 

Hes the horned one in the pentagram 

A waste of chaos by the gram 

Dark eyes for trouble 

Double damned, despair 

The storm upon lake Lachrymose 

Restless, never comatose 

The thorn upon 

The single rose we share 

Desperation 

Disdainful, he self-deprecates 

The mirror's jagged stare 

And it's painful how we subjugate 

The grinning face reflected in there 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder 

Yahweh, frankincense 

Satan, gold and murder