"Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair" lyrics
"Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair"
Bloated with disease
A psychophantic grease that clings
Like a shroud thrown over me
A coat of golden fleas
And by their gleam
The shadows grow to be
This soul is sick, this soul is sick with wicked exploration
My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole
A welcome mat for infestation
Fettered from the get go
Listen to me now
For the road to glory goads you
Thistles on the path
Always cast by the ones who know you
From the dark
We are less than worms and vermin
Black clouds low and roll
Shipwrecked in my psyche
By siren fantasies
Serpents
Curl about my goals
Hissing through the mirror
As they slither over me
Now...
I pray you see the light
Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise
They splay night skies with desolation
And the Devil never lets go
Fate caught me
In flagrante delicto
Shame taught me
Hell's self-obsessive fresco
Ruled by horrors
Grue, no butterfly become
Cocooned in utter guilt
The gutters silt has overrun
My rue transcendence
Sheol builds Golem
And this offence to nature
Is hunting independence
The more I wallow in grief
The more fatalist I fall
To this engorging beast
The greatest traitor of them all
Bloated with disease
A psychophantic grease that clings
Like a shroud thrown over me
A coat of golden fleas
And by their gleam
The shadows grow to be
This soul is sick, this soul is sick with wicked exploration
My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole
A welcome mat for infestation
Listen to them laugh
For the roads to glory goad you
Thistles on the path
Always cast by the ones who know you
From within the mirror
Writer(s): Martin Skaroupka, Daniel Lloyd Davey, Paul James Allender
- AZLyrics
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- Cradle Of Filth Lyrics
album:
"The Manticore And Other Horrors" (2012)
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