Текст песни Honey and Sulphur - Cradle of Filth

So potent was the star under which I was born
That I have done what no one in the world has done
Nor can ever do

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All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille's men

Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Little angels out to pastume once again

Torture garden rules of thumb apply (torture garden rules of thumb apply)
To sacred flesh and the naked eye (to sacred flesh and the naked eye)
Golgothic this erotica (Golgothic this erotica)
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
That the superstitious grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their children
Gagged in sacks and dragged back to

Tiffauges
Its roads now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil
Spinning her lies
Tender eyes, never-ending danger

It grows
A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck
Prickles in wait
Thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup

And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the path where darkness dwells

That night is rife with celebration
The tower sings
Where so much foul illumination
Strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams
A beauty pageant for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams

Torture garden rules of thumb apply (torture garden rules of thumb apply)
To sacred flesh and the naked eye (to sacred flesh and the naked eye)
Golgothic this erotica (Golgothic this erotica)
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
In this castle of Loup-Garou
When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on
A parcel of victims now tied to

Tiffauges
Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic
Cherubim forced
Naked and blind
A holocaust mind designed their exit

A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats
Pissing on graves
Jesus saves, but the devil made him

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