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Cradle Of Filth
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Tragic Kindgom
Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
Dust descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade
Played near a grave
Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom
Almost too soon...
They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over hovels grovelling to wolves
They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the word ouside grew sodden and mauled
Gilled sat sipping absinthe From a gobelet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home
Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children, disappeared
They'd listen to the winds Heard the murdered Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins Grew beyond a fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see God's angels walk...
Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomanic in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in a glorious swathe
But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murkey, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed
Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
(The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom)
Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near ruin in successive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows
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