Courting Baphomet - Cradle of Filth

Wishing in contempt of love

The righteous came to burn our forest

With hissing firebrands

For though we serve the gentle curves

Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess

They thought they caught us

Kissing hearses in their land

Send away the pumpkin carriage

Blind mice in your head

Parade themselves like sacrilegious

Envoys of the dead

For in this house of the dark Madonna

Flesh will pleasure life

For free of sin we would dishonour

All that virgin sacrifice

Gut our city, slaughter all within

Save the gold that goes to God

Show no pity for we worship sin

Spare not the old nor lightning rod

We raise our devil horns

To those who sit on high

For down amidst the thorns

We lie

Tonight the black guards came to rape

And ruin those souls empathising

With fleeing far away

Thrown to the Tigris river curves

Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising

They thought they caught us

Courting Baphomet

Courting Baphomet

Gut our city, slaughter all within

Save the gold that goes to God

Show no pity for we worship sin

Spare not the old nor lightning rod

She walked the world

When the world was made to dress

In a perfect darkness

A murderess in flame

Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled

The crack of a whip on the lips of anger

Why would your holy order

Not be wholly slain?

Wishing in contempt of love

The righteous came to burn our forest

With just verses for the damned

For though we serve the gentle curves

Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess

They thought they caught us

Pissing curses in the sand

We raise our devil horns

To those who sit on high

For down amidst the thorns

We lie

We raise our devil horns