Cradle of Filth "Dirge Inferno" Songtext

Dirge Inferno

‘Carrion my nameFor those who choose to mouth the curseA tragic serenadeWith Judas in my strideThe Gothic halls of shameWhere statues coldly hold no worseThan the murders I reclaimFrom a dark, forsaken time’

Kissing heaven, spentHe wipes free of his hectic dischargeWishing to repentFor the brute that ravaged freeIn slight hands beauty weepsConquest’s deep methodical screwingHurt repeatedlyLike the world wound at his feet

Dirge Inferno

As it is written, damn itSo let it be wrungFrom throats of those in overthrowThe past at last has come

A savage bite without respitePervades the freezing airThis winter chill, grist for his millIf tears of joy will blear elsewhereAnd church bells drown in the cracks of doomThe storms above us hewAs lightning runs like bifurcate tonguesDeflowering two by two

Hissing, malcontentHe storms the skies on electric dischargePissing in contemptOn the effigies of the weakKilling all resolveThe great beast simmers, his scarlet womenSpit their vitriolOn the terrified face of peace

Dirge Inferno

As it is written, damn itSo let it be wrungFrom throats of those in overthrowOur past at last has come

A hellbound heart, the rose and thornHave locked to hasten bloodThe moon disrobes, to harden drovesOf legions pouringThese rivers press, his breath adornsSenates and enemy seatsWhilst his power takes as ingratitudeThe writhing of the weak

‘Wormwood my nameThe poisoned star that fell to earthAnd blistered free of shameIn the pits of self-rebirthNow those caves become a garretOverseeing endless barracksAs the waters turn to claretAnd the Vatican satins burn’

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