Heaven Torn Asunder [explicit] Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Rise, ablaze, libidinous 

Devildom voyeurs 

Ascend to smother the light 

Nascent aeons confer 

Chaos is spat 

From the black eternal sea 

Serrated mountains of mad shadows 

Carving towards misdeed 

Stormchoirs gather 

A pestilential hiss 

Sunset evokes Luciferian fire 

The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice 

Supernal vestments hang tattered 

Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory 

Invasions scale Babel's ivory towers 

Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees 

Related 

23 One Hit Wonders You Still Can't Get Out Of Your Head 

Halsey's On The Run From The Law In New Music Video For 'Bad At Love' 

Your Favorite 'Game of Thrones' Characters Get Reimagined as Album Art 

(Victory spent 

Breathe deep benighted scent) 

We are as a flame born unto the darkness 

Desires burning in palatial glades 

And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us 

Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves 

Attack! 

Wreak atrocities on those we have despised 

Judgements be riven, from the skies 

Darkness empower let us master prophecy 

Fulfilling destiny the promised fever 

Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy 

Written in flesh across the howling ether 

Artemis 

Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia 

Photos 

With stars erased, throw wide the gates 

The infidel soon unmasks her face 

Neath silken shroud she waxes horn 

Sharpened to skewer dawn 

I am as a plague, born to the priestess 

The secret amour of her archangelic rape 

Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed 

Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake 

"The most August sorcerers of Hades 

Darkly seized for me a throne 

And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed 

Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone 

From this ransacked celestial temple 

I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations" 

Tremble before us 

Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres 

Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires 

Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth 

"Our voices are opened graves 

Through which the never-dead escape" 

From dank, abyssic dream 

Pursuing ascendancy 

The enemy has held three seasons 

Imparadised, whilst we writhed 

To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree 

Now freed to plunder 

Heaven torn asunder