CRADLE OF FILTH - Harlot on a Pedestal lyrics

rate me

here does the madness end?

How far down do the rungs expire

In smoke and burning heat?

In depravity and sin?

In her shocking retinue

I saw the worst

Desire run amok amongst you

And in her boudoir too

The endless nights embedded

In her beautiful cocoon

Turning black and blue and jaded

Kneelin at her feet

My heart atrophied at her ravishing form

The ultimate test

Her cult obsessed

With this body of the Goddess reborn

When she first laid me to rest

I saw such sights of wickedness

From this harlot on a pedestal

This scarlet Woman scorned

I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame

The tribes of the moon. their lustre improved

A morbid aversion to the limpid domain

Of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved

I witnessed reverie then

Perverse resurgence, souls on fire

Blood and seed spilt for centuries

For this imperious bitch

In her shocking retinue

I saw the worst

Desire run amok amongst you

A gnawer of taboo

Dread appetites were threaded

Right throughout the mortal zoo

Her immortality now hungered

I remember, in Thebes

Enthroned with cat-skinned girls

Her long dark hair braided with pearls

A red gown split revealed her thighs

As full lips rose to feline eyes

Egyptian black outlined each lid

It's clear who owned the pyramid

Temptress Lilith

Her beauty stirred me more than words

Could ever paint, her bible hurt

Tempered Lilith

Hissing in the dark

Pissing on my heart

I was missing every part of Victoria

Victoria

I found them hypnotic, the years of display

Of court life and parties, political bite

Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees

Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night

The scheme of the night

But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth

For now she was spinning her sins

Breeding fell children and hiding her worth

Before the new orders disorder begins

Feeding from the weak

Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust

Evening-dressed

This young Countess

Led lovers astray under cover of dusk

When she took them to her breast

They passed last rites, deliciousness

Swept into their every pore

This matriarch of darkness bored

Harlot on a pedestal

The night orchestral

Harlot on a pedestal

Never vestal...