hurt and virtue
Singer:cradle of filth
'neath stars that marred descending skies
from the cusp of midnight mountains
rebels truced with feriluce
came praising his hellraising through
the sparse and marble clime
her fountains flood with wine
of their dark seductive songs
she drifted from the path
worshipped in each other's arms
the moon conducted like a charm
those strange attachments on
and this is how they came to be
dragged before the throne
through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
on soft white throats and punctured moans
though fated now than later
by his tutor that had been
with the future he had seen
a reich right by his side
and worming man about to be
his children lost to free will
and the cost of beaten hearts
like the night 'twixt vice and virtue
when her kiss became a scar
why has my lord forsaken my judgment
am i not free as he to indulge my darkest fantasies?
these words were slathered
of their witch hunt gathered
midst drowning crowds that howled in rage. blasphemer!
not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng
but ghosted back where she belong. a grace embracing michael
in a lace of tears that bleared his pride
though with spit for all things divine
though with spit for all things so fucking blind
he threw this tie to heaven
and watchful of this sign
return their fallen leader
as he turned one final time
that stung like guilt in every mind