Cradle Of Filth
Hurt And Virtue
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Distant vistas
Swathed in the haze
Of the reddening sunset
Fell to whispers
'Neath stars that marred descending skies
From the cusp of midnight mountains
Wending as a mist
Rebels truced with Feriluce
(In truth, few could resist)
Came praising his hellraising through
The sparse and marble clime
Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made
Her fountains flood with wine
Lifted with the gift
Of their dark seductive songs
She drifted from the path
She was surely set upon
Courting chaos
Prized in sight
Of the covering angel
Taught in ways of
Smothering another lover
Other than God
Worshipped in each other's arms
Like spider eidolons
The moon conducted like a charm
Those strange attachments on
And this is how they came to be
Dragged before the throne
Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On soft white throats and punctured moans
Though fated now than later
By his tutor that had been
He baited the Creator
With the future he had seen
Of Michael, psyched with jealousies
A reich right by His side
And worming Man about to be
The apple of His eye
Swathed in the haze
Of the reddening sunset
Fell to whispers
'Neath stars that marred descending skies
From the cusp of midnight mountains
Wending as a mist
Rebels truced with Feriluce
(In truth, few could resist)
Came praising his hellraising through
The sparse and marble clime
Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made
Her fountains flood with wine
Lifted with the gift
Of their dark seductive songs
She drifted from the path
She was surely set upon
Courting chaos
Prized in sight
Of the covering angel
Taught in ways of
Smothering another lover
Other than God
Worshipped in each other's arms
Like spider eidolons
The moon conducted like a charm
Those strange attachments on
And this is how they came to be
Dragged before the throne
Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On soft white throats and punctured moans
Though fated now than later
By his tutor that had been
He baited the Creator
With the future he had seen
Of Michael, psyched with jealousies
A reich right by His side
And worming Man about to be
The apple of His eye
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