Cradle of Filth "The Seductiveness Of Decay" paroles

The Seductiveness Of Decay

Silked like a ghost in infinite splendourThe moon illumes like a madness vendorLycaning hosts to a coarse surrenderFrightening most lest the offend her reign

Proletariat enslavedIn whoredom with MolochLondon run amok is Sodom bathedIn an eerie light and a sickening fog

This city is a beautiful spiderWith a poison welling inside herThat subdues and loots her preyA web to tarry souls compelling them toDuly stay

Fantasmagoriana's on its way

This mist, carousing off the ThamesIts sallow tendrils bendThe will of many menTo morbid fascination

How the full asylums howlWith madness on the prowlAnd all the maidens bowTo the skeletalSqualor King Cholera

Here the age grows more unholierCareered, with fearBeneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skiesThe caress of death is on the riseIts choking breath, romanticisedAnd dressed in gothic veneration

Funereal this brideWedded to the dead inside

Blackest magick, Whitechapel pavedPenny Bloods delight inThe tragic splay of rifled gravesAnd suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting

Evil dances under many guisesPristine masks shadow terrible vicesSins enhanced, Lucifer entices near

Here the age grows more unholierCareered, with fearBeneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skiesThe caress of death is on the riseIts choking breath, romanticisedAnd dressed in greatest expectations

Thin wings lay on the groundBound for the poundOf the beckoning reckoning

Infatuation with the mysteriousFrights are writing better chapter and verseIntoxication, hearts are not averseTo circus freaks and black waxworks

Those that the grace of God deniedBecome divertissement to curbThe bitter taste from glittered livesModernity perturbs

Horror Victorianum

Syphilitic, spiritualisticRot is set to stay

Horror Victorianum

Phantasmogenic, psychogenicSotted minds are bled astray

Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkillIndustrious teeth sank deep into the red mapWorkhouses, grist for Satanic treadmillsSpew offspring back intactIn fact far closer to collapseAnd the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the LordIts hallowed tallow burning with discordIs born of midnight trysts with ResurrectionistsBody snatchers, child catchersThe Necropolis built on top of thisIs an Empire fit for ghouls

Is an Empire fit for ghouls

Here the age grows more unholierCareered, with fearBeneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skiesThe caress of death is on the riseIts choking breath, romanticisedAnd dressed in cloaked abominationAberrationA mourning nation cries