Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair - Cradle of Filth

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