Cradle Of Filth

We, the nocturnal few
bound by other laws
to the service of the enemies of god
are silent and hidden
yet our exquisite fire burns on
poised to engulf...
Tie a man to his god
he may not walk for fear
of falling foul to temptation
where once faith stood her ground
Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame
cast the fetid virgin back from where she came
drink deep of the promise in my eyes...
of mist and midnight skies
I drown in fathomless dreams
and in the reeking mire of virtue scream
I yearn to sell my very soul
(And you shall
for none so dark & sinister
will arise to embrace the Arts)
Do What Thou Wilt
until the stones in my heart stand still
regardless of the cost to your repugnant god
The last May frost may blight the crops
and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog
or nature, but infernal tasks...
By your cursings and imprecations
you wrong both Man & beast
by whatever whim you serve