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Tortured Soul Asylum Lyrics - Midian - Cradle Of Filth

"Oh, sweet Midian 

I burn for thee at heart 

Don't despair me 

Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather 

To where pleasure rings deep secrets 

In spurts after dark" 

 

Under full moons waxing lyrically 

Death's poetry floods the soul 

Like the freezing seed of a demon freed 

To curse the stars with vertigo 

And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide 

Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs 

Hymeneal gates to darker sides 

A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies 

 

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Midian 

 

Haunted by this portent 

This obsession in my mind 

With a city sunk below 

Tall cedar groves and graves sublime 

Sporting their importance 

Marble wings spread to the skies 

A vale of dreams that it would seem 

The daylights race to leave behind 

 

These visions struck like a furious fuck 

Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls 

Flashes of lust to dust 

Splashed across my psychic pall 

As hybrid lovers reached their cusp 

With final thrusts I saw it all 

 

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Forbidden Midian 

A long fabled Judecca 

A sanctuary for sin 

To rival Heaven 

Free of Eden's tragic wreck 

(Though the only Angels in repose 

Were those with ivy strangled necks) 

Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault 

Gaunt, haunched edifices 

Midst lightfingered mists 

From whence more awful shadows 

Drew back rusted bolts 

And dared a threshold 

The searing Sun had knelt to kiss 

 

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth 

The Tribes of Christ will not forgive 

And shall not suffer their kind to live 

 

For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs 

Or their waltz so sibilant 

Through the gathering gloom 

But from flumes of the moon in bloom 

Baring cach a face effaced 

And raped in the womb 

 

In hidden Midian 

A vatican lying in state 

For the sanctity of sin 

To rival Heaven 

Above Eden's birth defects 

Though the only Angels that arose 

Were those who fell to most requests 

Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault 

Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters 

Haunched, flaunted orifice 

Midst lighter fingered mists 

Whilst I watched without revolt 

Carnalities few beasts permit 

 

Between the dog and wolf 

Bared fangs met in intercourse 

A nightly right of teeth and cunt 

For those below who rose to hunt 

 

Sor sights that preyed on Me for days 

And in laudenum's haze 

I painted them all 

 

The slew of sith and kin 

I drew in blood, my veins in thrall 

To Deathugees at peace within 

(An underworld free of Mortal rule) 

Crotesques and wolves in women's skins 

The raven winged and missing limbed 

Suicides and split thighed Seraphim 

 

And marble stairs 

Star grazers dare 

Ascend like prayer 

(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) 

 

Under full moons waxing lyrically 

Death's poetry floods the soul 

Like the wrecking weed of a demon freed 

To curse the star with vertigo 

And in their dance, in trance I praise wide 

Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs 

Hymeneal gates to other sides 

A labyrinth wherein Midian hides 

 

Midian 

 

I know I've seen 

Through the black backed mirrors in sanity 

Lucent prides amassed in last retreat 

Prurient souls but no more freaks 

Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me 

And just like grim ascension prophecies 

My revenge, carved deep, will be 

A grisly plot that reads 

Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams 

When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me 

 

Exhuming the moon 

Through the bars in My room 

The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through 

But no Aphrodites, Genotypes, Demonarchetypes, 

No Cenobites rise to clame me from you 

 

No! No! No! 

Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell 

No! No! No! 

With prophets and losses 

And dead men from crosses 

My fate is a preview of derelict Hell 

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