Dirge Inferno Lyrics - Thornography - Cradle Of Filth

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 

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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 

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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 

As it is written, damn it 

So let it be wrung 

From throats of those in overthrow 

Our 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 

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