Present From The Poison-hearted Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Reigning at the feast of Phantasia 

Heightened pleasures were endeavored 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 luster 

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 

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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, eons reversed the two 

Thus, higher their sprites 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 dined on 

The coast of Menses, discharged from celestial wombs 

A first degree murder of ravens 

Followed in fugue through the crack of doom 

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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, Herod, Pharisees and Nero all begged of me for more 

Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven 

I could not see beyond My wildest fantasies 

Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded those who played to win 

Skin for precious skin 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