death, the great adventure
Singer:cradle of filth
sometimes red curtains fall
before the act has headed for the wings
as on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls. suddenly the dark
the thickest stygian dark
pressing on all sides with vertigo
running from the quickest in the sickest abyss
my spirit's lifted by an angel of woe
a dredged up dreadful past
drags discordant thoughts my way
unforgiven and driven to despair
i sense the mordant wraith azazel
through this persistent dream
and by its welcome glimmer
the brutish groping nightmares
that hide beside the light
and a voice like a pride of lions
screaming bloody murder as
a shining gateway opens for me
where those who stalk the living haunt the murk
untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed
to where the tunnel mouth reveals
two manticores that ward an ebon door
as the luminance dissolves
and i am thrust headlong before their venomous jaws
but here accursedness is vastly deeper
unforgiven and given to torment
grotesque bereft of judgement
where stripped of all but self
one must wish to be destroyed
to pass on somewhere else
beyond this pit of wicked shouts
aeons i failed to rail my doubts
before fear left love saving me
and a voice like the clash or titans
screaming bloody murder as
a shrouded sky opens immensely
abundant from the cliefs that stunt hell's
a view of breathtaking beauty
the world i left abruptly
near death to steer a life longed corruptly
the sweet silver chord that keeps me more
i know that heaven sent her
from the cold to hold her face again