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CRADLE OF FILTH LYRICS
"Babalon A.D." (2003 Single)
1. Babalon A.D.
2. Serpent Tongue
1. Babalon A.D.
I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord
So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden’s marital aid
So glad for the madness
I walked the walls naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on
I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead
And as I broke hope, I choked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance
I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor’s edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last
So glad for the madness
I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
On Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell
I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween…
And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me
Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my
heart
I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue or Sin’s
And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swerve
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin…
So glad for the madness
2. Serpent Tongue
Part I
So adept was unspoken Man
At dusting ledgers of the seraphim
That Lilith swept across a broken land
In a whirl of lust to pleasure Him
This bland Adam, a reaper of the sun
In bone dry season, for Eve was busy
sucking thumbs
Pricked in rosy gardens as He
spattered into shells
And ran with morning fauna; His
mastiffs and gazelle
Breathless as the wind
Adam, prowled, fell foul to Sin
But not before She spread Her grin
Across His silent lips
At crack of day, though what was
shame?
The raptor’s nest wherein they lay
Bore witness to Her soft parade
Of fingers come to grips
His undivine attention won
She deftly spun
From ‘neath His thrusts to writhe above
In ecstasy
Pendulous she swung
As if Her limbs imbibed His tongue
To spill, as with His rod
The secret name of God
But no seed passed those fruitful lips
For fearing Her who gasped, He slit
Her throat from ear to where She fled
With tail and blood between Her
legsss…
Part II
So very kept was the virgin hand
That brushed the treasures of Utopia
And how greed swept across the
desert sands
In late August just to measure Her
This hallowed Eve, a creature of the moon
A simple dish born with a silver spoon
Giddy sniffing orchids that opened
after dusk
Incubus and Prudence, two such soon
to touch Her
Restless as the skies
Temptation, bloomed, found room to
rise
And snatching breaths between Her
thighs
He crawled to Eve…
At dead of night, the sticky clime
Smelt perfect to this serpentine
This shining Angel
Palled in mysteries…
Her undivine attention won
He deftly spun
A web of intrigue for the one
Great sacred tree
Bejewelled and lit
As if a thousand shades did flit
About boughs of forbidden lore
Hidden for the want of more
And when seeds passed those fruitful
lips
And Mankind basked in vast eclipse
A Devil shot of thin disguise
Surmised to better paradise
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