Hurt and Virtue Cradle of Filth

Distant vistas
Swathed in the haze of the reddening sunset
Fell to whispers
'Neath the stars that marred descending skies

From the cusp of midnight mountains
Wending as a mist
Rebels truced with Feriluce
(In truth, few could resist)
Came praising this hellraising trough
The sparse and marble clime
Where Virtue bathed, their ravenings made
Her fountains flood with vine

Lifted with the gift
Of their dark seductive songs
She drifted from the path
She was surely set upon

Courting chaos
Prized in the sight of the covering angel
Taught in ways of
Smothering another love other than God

Worshipped in each other's arms
Like spider eidolons
The moon conducted like a charm
Those strange arrangements on
And this is how they came to be
Dragged before the throne
Trough tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
On soft white throats and punctured moans