Cradle Of Filth - Tortured Soul Asylum lyrics

"Oh, sweet Midian, I burn for thee at heart. Don't despair me. Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts, after dark..." * Under full moons waxing lyrically: d**h's poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to darker sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian... Haunted by this portent, This obsession in my mind. With a city sunk below, Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance, Marble wings spread to the skies. A vale of dreams that it would seem, The daylights race to leave behind. These visions struck like a furious f** Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls. Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall, As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all. Forbidden Midian, A long fabled Judecca. A sanctuary for sin... You rival Heaven Above Heaven's tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault. Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists, From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold. The searing Sun had knelt to kiss. Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth, The Tribes of Christ will not forgive - And shall not suffer their kind to live! For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs, Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom! But from flumes of the moon in bloom, Baring each a face effaced, And raped in the womb! In hidden Midian, A vatican lying in state, For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Free of Heaven's tragic wreck (Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests) Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists. Whilst I watched without revolt, Carnalities few beasts permit. Between the dog and wolf, Bared fangs met in intercourse. A nightly rite of teeth and c*nt, For those below who rose to hunt. Sor sights that preyed on Me for days, And in laudenum's haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To d**hugees at peace within Crotesques and wolves in women's skins The raven winged and missing limb Suicides and split thighed Seraphim. And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under full moons waxing lyrically: d**h's poetry floods the soul, Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo. And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs, Hymeneal gates to other sides. A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies. Midian... I know I've seen Through the black backed mirrors in sanity: Lucent prides ama**ed in last retreat, Prurient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me. And just like grim ascension prophecies, My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads, Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams. When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me... ... Please come for me... Exhuming the moon, Through the bars in My room. The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through. But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes, No Cenobites rise to clame me from you! No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell! No! No! No! With prophets and losses, And dead men from crosses, My fate is a preview of derelict Hell! Midian! Midian!