Honey And Sulphur — Cradle Of Filth

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum

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 Brittle angels out to pasture once again

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

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

Tiffauges It's 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

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum

Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye 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 saved but the devil made him

Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum