Artist: cradle of filth
Song: scorched earth erotica
Album: Bitter Suites To Succubi
Year: 2001
Sunset, expect
This to be your last with our vast return
As death is set
At three sixes where hill-beacons burn
Darkness, undress
Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar
Blood-red, yet still unfed
Lips distend ending, time to falter
Darkness, welcome arms wide and crucified, the slaughter
Darkness, lightening freezes seven
Darkness, outtakes from the rape of the world
Darkness, sins expelled from Heaven
Now befoul from the bowels of Hell
Where the tragic in theory and practice fell
Last prayers, hang in the air
Each unto their own rag and bone-meal saviors
Strung where crippled vultures dare
Golgotha, coughs another cross to grave God's failure
Darkness, once the forests spired
Darkness, nurtured in nature heart
Darkness, now dreat cedars feed the pyres
Need-fires lit for greater harm
Darkness
As her children toy with razors
Darkness, sightless and deeply scarred
Darkness, and the moon arose to phase her
Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars
And lights our path, back through the shattered glass
We come like drumming thunder
Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder
Kraken-teethed to tear asunder
All those too blind to see
Where the tragic in theory and practice meet
Deranged, uncaged
We rage like a plague through this age of greed
Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap
A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat
Scorched earth, rebirth
Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor
Whose worth is worse than the curse
Of Sardonicus, choking on his own saliva
Who shares the last laugh now
Dead wedded fates fulfill their vows?
Foot in mouth of sacred cows
(Foot in mouth of sacred cows)
Face down in dust and poisoned ground
