Lirik Lagu Babylon A.d. (so Glad For The Madness) - Cradle Of Filth
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I bled on a pivotal stretchLike a clockwork ChristBears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I droveMyself to a martyred wretchTo see if I drew pityOr pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickenedWith the coming of daysIll millennia thickenedWith the claret I sprayedAnd though they saw redI left a dirty white stainA splintered know in the grainOn Eden's marital aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the moonIn Sodom and BabylonAnd through rich whores and corridorsOf the VaticanI led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia textSo that mortals wormedAs livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I chokedAnother pope with manna peelDictating to DeSadeIn the dark entrails of the BastilleAnd as he wrote, I smoteA royal blow to the heads of FranceAnd in the sheen of guillotinesI saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurableNecromantic old foolA phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the pastA rabid wolf in shawlA razor's edge to the ruleThat the stars overallWere never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleepTurning sermons with the smellOn Witchfinder fingersWhere bad memories lingeredBurning, as when DanteWas freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the meansTo catch sight of the seamsAnd the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curlsOf this cunt of a worldIn glimpses I would seeA nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflameLights that surpassed artIn sight, that no intense device of painCould prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not her nameThough her kiss was the sameWithout a whisper of shameAs either Virtue or Sin'sAnd pressed to Her curveI felt my
And as I threw Job, I droveMyself to a martyred wretchTo see if I drew pityOr pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickenedWith the coming of daysIll millennia thickenedWith the claret I sprayedAnd though they saw redI left a dirty white stainA splintered know in the grainOn Eden's marital aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the moonIn Sodom and BabylonAnd through rich whores and corridorsOf the VaticanI led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia textSo that mortals wormedAs livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I chokedAnother pope with manna peelDictating to DeSadeIn the dark entrails of the BastilleAnd as he wrote, I smoteA royal blow to the heads of FranceAnd in the sheen of guillotinesI saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurableNecromantic old foolA phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the pastA rabid wolf in shawlA razor's edge to the ruleThat the stars overallWere never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams, a poet, for of sleepTurning sermons with the smellOn Witchfinder fingersWhere bad memories lingeredBurning, as when DanteWas freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the meansTo catch sight of the seamsAnd the vagaries inbetween...
And midst the lips and the curlsOf this cunt of a worldIn glimpses I would seeA nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflameLights that surpassed artIn sight, that no intense device of painCould prise their secrets from my heart
I knew not her nameThough her kiss was the sameWithout a whisper of shameAs either Virtue or Sin'sAnd pressed to Her curveI felt my
