One Foul Step From The Abyss Lyrics - Darkly Darkly Venus Aversa - Cradle Of Filth

The Feast of Fools, 1308 

As January slipped into the grip of winter 

A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate 

Amidst the flock, disease and dementia 

Night was blighted more than ever before 

With screams of lust and obscene adventure 

And scenes of raw debauch 

The darkness was aroused with every kiss 

And all who fell under it's spell 

Were one foul step from the abyss 

One foul step from the abyss 

Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair 

Feared the templars and their Queen 

For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare 

When she steered their tempestuous 

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Fever-dreams 

The beast was loose and beauty party 

To the horrors of this sonorous whore 

A seducer, Medusa 

A frozen Hecate cloned 

Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer 

Growing stronger with each whimpering dog 

knelt before her, thirteen necromancers 

Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity 

The darkness was aroused with every kiss 

And all who fell under its spell 

Were one foul step from the abyss 

One foul step from the abyss 

love was drugged by a copious vendor 

A train of servants for here decadent games 

Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendor 

Vain Lilith spread her wings again 

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Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation 

Lit the towers, their very presence declared 

They watch with lust, despair and veneration 

For the Goddess scatted naked there 

The painted eye of the storm 

Plagues of sin, played to win 

All hearts and souls in thrall 

to her embraced, her fatal whims 

Desire meant to conquer all 

Until that fateful day, 1308 

With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate 

Facing winter gray to disintegrate 

Once noble halls 

The villagers in a belligerent horde 

Fraught daughters fanning flames 

Rose like pillars for their militant Lord 

Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins 

They assailed the fort beyond the woods 

as the howling broke on the stroke of midnight 

Many lost their sanity at what they fought 

Amidst those walls, creed of dementia 

Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge 

Put to the sword, freed from their calenture 

The great estate was given straight to the church 

Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead 

But that she drank the blood of many men 

That dark night it was said