Mannequin Lyrics
By the girls She curled withinI took their skins to see HerBe my mannequinBe my mannequinI cannot rememberHow it was that we first metCurve of moon and haunted shoreThe stars were not those heaven sentDid we come togetherAt masked palatial BallsIn silks and flesh and leathersOr did we come at all?I dreamt a midnight castleThe eerie song of wolvesAnd eyes that danced with fireAs they have forever moreOur rites of sinHave long fathered a hymnTo burden HimWhom by slip of after whimAt genesisDressed Her like the windIn Autumn gowsThat pinned Her downTo be my mannequinBe my mannequinAlways poised on winterBut never would She breakMy lovecraft and black witch heartThat pounded in Her wakeWe kissed on distant balconiesA law unto Her ownThirteenth dark commandmentOf figures pressed to stoneTurning cream with fantasiesThat God alone would knowWe graced the vomitoriumWith the sweet excess of RomeFlagrant in the pastOur names were deeply carvedOn the tree of life in long dead languagesLed to other worldsBy the girls She curled withinI took their skins to see HerBe my mannequinBe my mannequinI tongued the nuns at LouviersBut not one word possessedHer divine right, an archetypeFor mortal Goddesses...
Cradle Of Filth Mannequin
