Cradle Of Filth tortured soul asylam

Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart
Don't despair me
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets in spurts after dark
Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to darker sides
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies, Midian
Haunted by this portent
This obsession in my mind
With a city sunk below
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance
Marble wings spread to the skies
A vale of dreams that it would seem
The daylights race to leave behind
These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls
Flashes of lust to dust, splashed across my psychic pall
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp with final thrusts I saw it all
Forbidden Midian, a long fabled Judecca
A sanctuary for sin, to rival Heaven
(None of Eden's tragic wreck)
Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
Gaunt, haunched edifices, midst light fingered mists
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts and dared a threshold
The searing Sun had knelt to kiss
Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
And shall not suffer their kind to live
For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs
Or their waltz so sibilant, through the gathering gloom
But from flumes of the moon in bloom
Baring catch a face effaced and raped in the womb
In hidden Midian, a Vatican lying in state
For the sanctity of sin to rival Heaven tragic wreck
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists
Whilst I watched without revolt
Carnalities few beasts permit
Between the dog and wolf
Bared fangs met in intercourse
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt
For those below who rose to hunt
Soar sights that preyed on me for days
And in laudanum's haze, I painted them all
The slew of sith and kin, I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To Deathugees at peace within
Grotesques and wolves in womens skins
The raven winged and missing limbed
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim
And marble stairs, stargazers dare, ascend like prayer
Under full moons waxing lyrically
Death's poetry floods the soul
Like the recking weed of a demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo
And in their dance, in trance I prise wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
Hymeneal gates to other sides
A labyrinth wherein Midian hides, Midian
I know I've seen, through the black backed mirrors in sanity
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me
And just like grim ascension prophecies
My revenge, carved deep, will be, a grisly plot that reads
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams
When my deviliverers come from fog for me, please come for me
Exhuming the moon, through the bars in my room
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through
(But no Genotypes, Aphrodite, Demonarchaetypes)
(No Cenobites rise to claim Me for you)
No, no, no, no, no
Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell, no, no, no no no
With prophets and losses and dead men from crosses
My fate is a preview of derelict hell, Midian