I Am The Thorn Lyrics - Thornography - Cradle Of Filth

The needle in the eye of the hurricane 

The poison in the font 

The nail in the coffin of the profane 

I am the lot 

Maniacal the fire 

That weaves inside my soul 

When dripping tongues of hate,envenomed,roll 

Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars 

My blood runs with the beasts 

Though no crescent, cross 

Or wandering star 

Shalt witness my defeat 

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Born of jackal in the Vatican 

To a loathesome flock 

I have crept behind the drapes 

And a wizard there is not 

Just a white flag blackened by 

Singing weapons that have led 

A faith that soon dominions over 

Desert kingdoms of the dead 

I smell the fleur do malcontent 

The hellish stench 

Of Judas in the dozens 

Bouquets for greed and twisted law 

Handmaidens of a holy war 

Bring on a thousand roses more 

I am The Thorn 

Tangled are the thickets 

That spare the virgin heart 

From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark 

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Mountaineers that strive so far 

For a Heaven grown from reach 

That love herself is fabled 

To be missing from their peaks 

Save in one sole tower 

Where the presence of a rod 

Stays the sleeping beauty 

From the prying fingers of the mob 

I smell the fleur do malcontent 

The hellish stench 

Of Judas in the dozens 

Bouquets for greed and twisted law 

Handmaidens of a holy war 

Bring on a thousand roses more 

I am The Thorn 

I am The Thorn 

I am the Spear of Longinus 

The Sword of Damocles 

Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus 

The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth 

I am The Thorn 

Saint Disgustus, President Evil 

Great white hopes of a shark eyed people 

Lights of the world now flicker and die 

Impaled in the race. in the paling face 

Where forked tongues pricked the skies 

Choking on these words as I slither to their ear 

As lightning strikes their blinded minds 

I am The Thorn 

I am not the hand of God... 

I am The Thorn 

I am not the hand of God... 

I am The Thorn 

Territorial thieves 

Ever stealing thunder for religious causes 

I will bring you all down to your knees 

And fuck you over 

Bouquets for greed and twisted law 

Handmaidens of a holy war 

Bring on a thousand roses more 

I am The Thorn