Lustmord And Wargasm Cradle of Filth

An Archangel in bondage be diademed, souled
With a murder of ravens, but no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark and past
Cast her dispersions on life's brittle glass

And though her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast 'gainst the lassitudes of death
She fought but fell to greet
Midst lies in collusion, she was martyred to teach that
"Divinity and lust are forever forbidden to meet"

But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt her cold silent hips, I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames

Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart, I am convened by words
To avenge her ebon splendor and surrender

My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying her carious herds

Vexing nightmares and their weak prayers
To a no one there to hinder her decree
To weed the world of their disease