Letra da Música: Presents From The Poison-Hearted - Cradle Of Filth

Reigning at the feast of Phantasia

Heightened pleasures were endeavoured 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 lustre



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



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

Aeons reversed the two

This higher, their spires

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 dines on

The coast of Menses



Discharged from celestial wombs

A first degree murder of ravens

Followed in fugue through the crack of doom



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, Hesiod, Pharisees and Nero

All begged of Me for more



Down dark steps of history

I waged war with a heaven

I could not see...

Beyond my wildest fantasies



Throwing sixes over deadly sin

I traded whose who played to win

Skin for precious kin...

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