Cradle of Filth makes the cut this time!
Cradle of Filth- Coffin Fodder
The Time has come,
To rise again,
Freedom lift thy sewered hem,
Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll,
Ten thousand fold,
Their world will never take me,
They will never desecrate my soul
The Stars i have grasped,
Are so far lonely constellations,
And wishing on those stars,
My Spirit bars annihilation
From earthen miseries
Hosts of most fell forms of greed
Ghosts of pearly gate remissions
Forever Haunting me,
Slit the witch and watch him bleed
As with any inquisition
Lying from the start,
The preachers plied their craft,
Scoffing elder glories,
And dying, I depart,
To make their sunken hearts
A coffin for their stories
The Time is past
To falter when
Freedom slips my sombre pen
And gates to wolves break open then
My feelings may
Seem constant prey,
But claws no more will rake me,
Those whores have fled to darker days
Above and beyond,
I have wronged in my position,
But now the winds are strong,
To soar from Babel's vision
Of cutthroat jealousies
Dock to dock these mongrels breed,
Dogs of fogged derision
Pacing, soon to be,
Back to peak mentality
When my killing moon is risen
Trying from the start,
These creatures of the dark
Were quaffing mourning glories
And dying, i depart
To make their drunken hearts
A coffin for their stories
Innovation in ovation
Imagination stirs
Somewhere the dark is lining,
Red the shore of roaring sea
And though loved there someone is pining
For waves blood to run and rescue
me . . .
The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll,
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me,
They will never desecrate my soul
Their world will never take me,
They will never desecrate my soul
