Babalon A.D. (So Glad for the Madness) Cradle of Filth

I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored
And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord

So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden's marital aid

So glad for the madness
So glad for the madness

I walked the walks
Naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores
And corridors of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on