Presents From The Poison-Hearted Lyrics by Cradle of Filth

Presents From The Poison-Hearted Lyrics

    Reigning at the feast of Phantasia
    Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow
    Before My coronation and vocal aspirations
    To rule this fool creation fallen 'neath me now

    I knew deep eyes
    Of a distant Christ
    Were scarred from afar under starry lustre

    Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice
    Perverting Virtue
    Enslaving grace
    Behind the glittering mask of pride
    Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side

    Desire, the fire
    Spread hell throughout my soul
    And higher the wire
    The more I sought control

    Straining from the leash in exultation
    Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs
    The global scent of fornication
    A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues

    I whispered schemes to dreamers then
    To pursue an Eden
    That screamed of me supreme again
    As my world bloomed
    So too the moon
    Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan
    Mahalaleel and Jared blew
    Perverting virtue
    Enslaving grace
    Behind the slippery guise of lies
    Saving face making waves to drown their faith

    Messiahs, Pariahs
    Aeons reversed the two
    This higher, their spires
    The more cursed grew their roots
    And suffering...

    I swept cruel seas
    On the galley of the shadow of death

    A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon
    A kiss for the sun risen red once dines on
    The coast of Menses

    Discharged from celestial wombs
    A first degree murder of ravens
    Followed in fugue through the crack of doom

    The Goat of Mendes
    I set regime
    In the galley of the shadow of death...

    Angels in raiments
    As pure as coal
    Taking their payments
    In tortured mortal souls
    A bold direction
    The abyss edge
    But on cold reflection
    One they warmed to nonetheless

    As they preyed the paths of the righteous
    Through the myth of thistled orchard floors
    Bearing gifts of plenitude, for
    The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core

    Temptation, my ambassador

    Attila, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero
    All begged of Me for more

    Down dark steps of history
    I waged war with a heaven
    I could not see...
    Beyond my wildest fantasies

    Throwing sixes over deadly sin
    I traded whose who played to win
    Skin for precious kin...
    And that that wormed within

    Staining the reams of revelation
    Etching ever-afters in accursed verse
    The limpid rags of resurrection
    From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed
    Desire, the flyers
    Spread hell throughout their souls
    And higher the fire
    The more I held control

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