Mother Of Abominations — Cradle Of Filth

Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide

Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black

Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves

Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack

Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk

The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield

Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves

Heveans above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing wallsMother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide

Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black

Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves

Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack

Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk

The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield

Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves

Heveans above Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside the wailing walls