Devil To The Metal — Cradle Of Filth

Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the bugler

High voltage bolts the cellar door Switch thrown at midnight's peak To start the heart of a scarlet whore Gauged infernally

A poetess in night's profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seamstress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities

Devil to the metal

Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine Laced with grime from the spiral of time Wherein spins cruel order

The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally

Passion rides the great unholy Ipsissimus of love's despair Her ashen grin would shine, if only Death would not sit smiling there Her beauty freezes reason Like Helen at the reins Of the rampant horse Apocalypse On the shore that it was made

Devil to the metal

She fucks at unknown angles Bleeds her victims to the bone And in their guts untangled Casts her runic eyes of stone She will violate the future Annihilate the past Paving way in butcher trades The red brick road through mankind's arse

Abandon reason, life the veil Darker seasons are released Storm crows gather in black masses at the pane

Go to sleep beyond the pale She is set to murder peace Rome, Jerusalem and Mecca are aflame

'Under pregnant skies I come alive like Miss Leviathan Dripping with the ripples of concern All of heaven's eyes are fixed, as only my desire can Tear them from the stars I start to burn'