Cradle Of Filth - Tortured Soul Asylum Lyrics
"Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at heart Don't despair Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..."Under full moons waxing lyricallyDeath's poetry floods the soulLike the freezing seed of a demon freedTo curse the stars with vertigoAnd in their dance, in trance I've prised wideSlick rifts twixt obsidian thighsHymeneal gates to darker sidesA glimpse of plinths where Midian liesMidian...Haunted by this portentThis obsession in my mindWith a city sunk belowTall cedar groves and graves sublimeSporting their importanceMarble wings spread to the skiesA vale of dreams that it would seemThe daylights race to leave behindThese visions struck like a furious *****Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery wallsFlashes of lust to dustSplashed across my psychic pallAs hybrid lovers reached their cuspWith final thrusts I saw it allForbidden MidianA long fabled JudeccaA sanctuary for sin...To rival HeavenFree of Eden's tragic wreck(Though the only Angels in reposeWere those with ivy strangled necks)Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vaultGaunt, haunched edificesMidst lightfingered mistsFrom whence more awful shadowsDrew back rusted boltsAnd dared a thresholdThe searing Sun had knelt to kissShades of dusk, cruelty and mythThe Tribes of Christ will not forgiveAnd shall not suffer their kind to liveFor I, mesmerized, started not from tombsOr their waltz so sibilantThrough the gathering gloomBut from flumes of the moon in bloomBaring cach a face effacedAnd raped in the wombIn hidden MidianA vatican lying in stateFor the sanctity of sin...To rival HeavenAbove Eden's birth defectsThough the only Angels that aroseWere those who fell to most requestsSmall mercies in vistas where dolmen and vaultCaught twisted whispers where fisted sistersHaunched, flaunted orificeMidst lighter fingered mistsWhilst I watched without revoltCarnalities few beasts permitBetween the dog and wolfBared fangs met in intercourseA nightly rite of teeth and cuntFor those below who rose to huntSor sights that preyed on Me for daysAnd in laudenum's hazeI painted them all...The slew of sith and kinI drew in blood, my veins in thrallTo Deathugees at peace within(An underworld free of Mortal rule)Crotesques and wolves in womens skinsThe raven winged and missing limbedSuicides and split thighed SeraphimAnd marble stairsStargrazers dareAscend like prayer(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)Under fullmoons waxing lyricallyDeath's poetry floods the soulLike the recking weed of a demon freedTo curse the star with vertigoAnd in their dance, in trance I prise wideSlick rifts twixt obsidian thighsHymeneal gates to other sidesA labyrinth wherein Midian hidesMidian...I know I've seenThrough the blackbacked mirrors in sanityLucent prides amassed in last retreatPrurient souls but no more freaksThan those leashing dreams at harm's length from MeAnd just like grim ascension propheciesMy revenge, carved deep, will beA grisly plot that readsLike my filthy white ward spattered with their screamsWhen My Deviliverers come from fog for Me...Exhuming the moonThrough the bars in My roomThe sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through...But no Genobites rise to claim Me for youNo! No! No!Don't leave here in this storm weathered cellNo! No! No!With prophets and lossesAnd dead men from crossesMy fate is a preview of derelict Hell
