CRADLE OF FILTH - Dusk & Her Embrace lyrics

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Rise, ablaze, libidinous<br>Devildom voyeurs<br>Ascend to smother the light<br>Nascent aeons confer....<br><br>Chaos is spat<br>From the black eternal sea<br>Serrated mountains of mad shadows<br>Carving towards misdeed<br><br>Stormchoirs gather<br>A pestilential hiss<br>Sunset evokes luciferian fire<br>The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice<br>Supernal vestments hang tattered<br>Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory<br>Invasions scale babel's ivory towers<br>Poised to sodomise a world upon it's knees<br><br>(victory spent<br>Breathe deep benighted scent)<br><br>We are as a flame born unto the darkness<br>Desires burning in palatial glades<br>And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us<br>Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves....<br><br>Attack!<br><br>Wreak atrocities on those we have despised<br>Judgements be riven, from the skies<br>Darkness empower let us master prophecy<br>Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever<br><br>Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy<br>Written in flesh across the howling ether<br><br>Artemis<br>Spread the bliss of this lupercalia<br><br>With stars erased, throw wide the gates<br>The infidel soon unmasks her face<br>Neath silken shroud she waxes horn<br>Sharpened to skewer dawn....<br><br>I am as a plague, born to the priestess<br>The secret amour of her archangelic rape<br>Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed<br>Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake<br><br>'the most august sorcerers of hades<br>Darkly seized for me a throne<br>And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed<br>Vengeance in jesuit blood on stone<br><br>From this ransacked celestial temple<br>I hold the prophet's severed head unto all nations'<br><br>Tremble before us<br>Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres<br>Rushing deathwards, our tartarean fires<br>Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth<br><br>'our voices are opened graves<br>Through which the never-dead escape'<br><br>From dank, abyssic dream<br>Pursuing ascendancy....<br><br>The enemy has held three seasons<br>Imparadised, whilst we writhed<br>To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree<br>Now freed to plunder....<br>Heaven torn asunder