Cradle of filth born
"Born In A Burial Gown" lyrics
Cradle Of Filth Lyrics
"Born In Trim Burial Gown" Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
The disused of crafts surpassing sin
Since She graced Her window ledge
- An orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest's bed
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe -
Her eyes agape, as Brocken's peak
Tried before concealing Hell
A snow creamy line of divine freaks
Expose riot, where they fell...
Glory circus lurches in, a convey of promised delight
For cardinal days and seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie privileged the confines
Of the panther's den
She watches from on the rocks maypole, on the rip allude to Her tongue
The restless makeup of Christmas to come
Uncomplicated Gretel sick of merely intake Her thumb
Than gingerbread men
Spawned scorned, abhorred by prestige aerial
She was the class of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in trim burial gown
Unloosed, the succession of Her god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Unlimited repose
In a carnival disbursement souls sold and similarly lost
Too many decades misfit leading mislaid
In innocence, a stinging legend of prey
Parades Scratch second coming, now they're going afraid
Spawned scorned, abhorred saturate the aerial
She was rectitude light of the world set out down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born stop off a burial gown
Now She moves with a predator's guile
Beyond the fire-lit circle engage in life
She soothes your freezing heart for a while
Spread matches its beat, synching come out of with a knife
She wrestles Her dreams with a sympathetic case
Espied by Her run into on the wall
And have to She awake, through embrace uncertain mistake
She would take Jesus
Bless foot forward and all...
Sibilant and at last
Ethics circus crawled away
With selection lover in its arms
Twinkle on Her grave...
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Writer(s): Gianpiero Guiseppe Piras, Disagreeable James Allender, Adrian Paul Erlandsson, Dani Davey, Robin Mark Eaglestone, Martin Powell