Presents From The Poison-hearted Lyrics
Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bowBefore my coronation and vocal aspirationsTo rule this fool creation fallen 'neath Me nowI knew deep eyesOf a distant ChristWere scarred from afar under starry lustreSighting my recitals on the rites of vicePerverting VirtueEnslaving graceBehind the glittering mask of prideSaving face finding thorns to pierceHis sideDesire, the fireSpread hell throughout my soulAnd higher the wireThe more I sought controlStraining from the leath in exulfationHead to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungsThe global scent of fornicationA writhe of many vipers deciphering tonguesI whisphered schemes to dreamers thenTo pursue an EdenThat screamed of me supreme againAs my world bloomedSo too the moonThrough Adam to Seth, Enos,CainanMahalaleel and Jared blewPerverting VirtueEnslaving graceBehind the slippery guise of liesSaving face making waves to drown their faithMessiahs, PariahsAeons reversed the twoThus higher, their spiresThe more cursed grew their rootsAnd suffering...I swept cruel seasOn the galley of the shadow of deathA fist in the cunt of the spread horizonA kiss for the sun risen red once dined onThe coast of MensesDischarged from celestial wombsA first degree murder of ravensFollowed in fugue through the crack of doomThe Goat of MendesI set regimeIn the galley of the shadow of death...Angels in raimentsAs pure as coalTaking their paymentsIn tortured mortal soulsA bold directionThe abyss edgeBut on cold reflectionOne they warmed to nonethelessAs they preyed the paths of the righteous (ones)Through the myth of thistled orchard floorsBearing gifts of plentitude, forThe apples of the Lord were rotten to the coreTemptation, My ambassadorAttila, Herod, Pharisees and NeroAll begged of Me for moreDown dark steps of historyI waged a war with a HeavenI could not see...Beyond My wildest fantasiesThrowing sixes over deadly sinI traded those who played to winSkin for precious skin...And that that wormed withinStraining the reams of revelationEtching ever afters in accursed verseThe limpid rags of resurrectionFrom papal parapets were to dirt dispersedDespire, the flyersSpread Hell throughout their soulsAnd higher the fireThe more I held control
Cradle Of Filth Presents From The Poison-hearted
