Dirge Inferno de Cradle of Filth

Carrion my name
for those who choose to mouth the curse
a tragic serenade
with Judas in my stride
the gothic halls of shame
where statue coldy hold no worse
from a dark, forsaken time'

kissing heaven,spent
he wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
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 written, damn it
so let it be wrung
from thoats of those in overthrow
the past at last has come

a savage bite without respit
pervades the freezing air
this winter chill, grist for his mill
if tears of joy will blear elsewhere
and church bells down 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 contemp
on the effigies of the weaK
killing all resolve
the great best simmers, his scarlet women
spit their vitriol
on the terrified face of peace

Dirge Inferno

as it written, damn it
so let it be wrung
from thoats 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 heart
and blistered free of shame
in the pits of self-rebirth
now those caves become a garret
overseeing endless barracks
as the waters turs to claret
and the vatican santins burn'