Lyrics Thank Your Lucky Scars - Cradle of Filth

Governed by the moon she's a bold headmistress
I am lycanthropic, too evolved to miss this
Opportunity to taste the pausing lamb
By the grace of Heaven come the claws I am

Emerging with the hunger, scented blood a tease
Urges surging under thunder bludgeoning pleas
Bathing in the afterglow of Set let free
On the scarlet march of woe to a dead set destiny

True nature's stark decree
The crude dripping whipping off the back of need

We are lost souls amok
The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok
The crossed pounding holy flock
Like a werewolf blitzkrieg

I am stuck on a killing spree
A premature star that shot reprieve
So fuck you, Lady Sympathy
Just thank your lucky scars you're not for me

The moon is drifting through a dark hypnotic garden
Her spells are waxing gibbous and my heart, it starts to roar

Ohh
Just thank your lucky scars

Sat astride my rearing nightmares
The abhorrence king, death bound in glory
I see their idle tide in fear now turn there
Before these evil jaws that leave no story

This rancour soon will pass
Just thank your lucky scars

Chosen by the moon, she's a cold seductress
Frozen to the bone, she's compelled to suck this
Lust from out my veins to assert her rule
From the able mouth of Cain spurt the things I do

Howling at the ether like a beast in heat
Burning with a fever for the seasonal meat
I shall never gloat on what the sufferer sees
My teeth are in their throat, blood is draining me of speech

True nature's stark decree
The brute, finger licking from his sickening feats

We are lost souls amok
The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok
The crossed, pounding holy flock
Like a werewolf blitzkrieg

I am stuck on a killing spree
A premature star that shot reprieve
So fuck you, Lady Sympathy
Just thank your lucky scars you're not like me

Just thank your lucky scars

Sat astride my rearing nightmares
The abhorrence king, death bound in glory
I see their idle tide in fear now turn there
Before these haunted shores of purgatory

Just thank your lucky scars

Governed by the moon she's a bold headmistress
I am lycanthropic, too evolved to miss this
Opportunity to taste the pausing lamb
By the grace of Heaven come the claws I am

Emerging with the hunger, scented blood a tease
Urges surging under thunder bludgeoning pleas
Bathing in the afterglow of Set let free
On the scarlet march of woe to a dead set destiny