Tragic Kingdom Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Here sat Babylon 

Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong 

Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong 

Like a curse upon 

This tragic kingdom 

Dusk descended like a final curtain 

On this stage only death was certain 

Singing through the turrets 

Like a velvet serenade 

Played near a grave 

Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom 

Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon 

Applauded, then accorded them 

Portents of doom 

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Almost too soon 

They pissed upon the winds 

That rocked the cradles 

Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves 

They kissed and sinned 

Under overstocked tables 

As the world outside grew sodden and mauled 

Here sat Babylon 

Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong 

Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong 

Like a curse upon 

This tragic kingdom 

Gilles sat sipping damson absinthe 

From a goblet made of bone 

As lightning ripped and danced upon 

The flagstones 

Wayward fantasies marched on home 

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Now the treetops bowed to whisper 

In a thin Disney veneer 

They knew the howls so exquisitely honed 

Were those of children, disappeared 

They'd listened to the winds 

Heard the murdered Abel 

Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges 

Where the list of sins 

Grew beyond a fable 

They now roared abroad, restless with debauch 

Restless with debauch 

Restless with debauch 

This tragic kingdom 

Would see God's angels walk 

Away 

Satanic, enigmatic 

His black magic was ecstatic 

Megalomaniac in titanic displays 

Dressed in the best 

Wicked britches of the West 

He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe 

But all his nightmares would come true 

Drowning in a stream of unbounded pleasure 

Here sat Babylon 

Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong 

Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong 

Like a curse upon 

This tragic kingdom 

Like a curse upon 

This tragic kingdom 

The moon bleared through the skeletal trees 

Averting her face from congenital deeds 

Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved 

About this place laced with demon seed 

Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies 

Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes 

Announced his fears, one night of sighs 

A night for cursing nursery rhymes 

In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows 

Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip 

On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip 

Steered to near ruin in successive years 

Of the most of excess and the best of it here 

In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows