Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Dirge Inferno

Carrion my name

For those who choose to mouth the curse

A tragic serenade

With Judas in my stride

The gothic halls of shame

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Where statues coldly hold no worse

Than the murders I reclaim

From a dark, forsaken time



Kissing heaven,spent


Wishing to repent

For the brute that ravaged free

In slight hands beauty weeps

Conquest's deep methodical screwing

Hurt repeatedly

Like the world wound at his feet



Dirge Inferno



As it is written, damn it

So let it be wrung

From throats of those in overthrow

The past at last has come



A savage bite without respite

Pervades the freezing air

This winter chill, grist for his mill

If tears of joy will blear elsewhere

And church bells drown in the cracks of doom

The storms above us hew

As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues

Deflowering two by two



Hissing, malcontent

He storms the skies on electric discharge

Pissing in contempt

On the effigies of the weak

Killing all resolve

The great beast simmers, his scarlet women

Spit their vitriol

On the terrified face of peace



Dirge Inferno



As it is written, damn it

So let it be wrung

From throats of those in overthrow

Our past at last has come



A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn

Have locked to hasten blood

The moon disrobes, to harden droves

Of legions pouring

These rivers press, his breath adorns

Senates and enemy seats

Whilst his power takes as ingratitude

The writhing of the weak



Wormwood my name

The poisoned star that fell to earth

And blistered free of shame

In the pits of self-rebirth

Now those caves become a garret

Overseeing endless barracks

As the waters turn to claret

And the Vatican satins burn

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