Illicitus - Cradle of Filth

Forlornucopia, the wealth of misery

And favoured haunts of sorrow hold no lure

Deep-swathes of gloom that once cocooned me in dark livery

Now clothe me in suits ill-borrowed from the pure

Alas it's true

The beast you knew

Found breath anew

In the taut heartstrings of love's assassin

She was a huntress

And an alabaster bride

A Venus not averse to taking sides

And in all my centuries

Bar Carmillas in cerse

Never had I fallen save for foolish pride

As we walked, our affrighted lanterns

Fed the lengthy shadows with their tallow lullabies

The fragrant night air chilled by sighted phantoms

Clouds drew cobweb threads across a sallow moonrise

Illicitus

Illicitus

So capricious

Superstitious to the point of philistine

The glue of secrecy grew paper thin

Her beauty so delicious

In the realm of the divine

The cross about her throat gave up to sin

In expectation

Her lips to find

The crates were blazing in my stone-cold cellar

That traitor love

Once its spell ran headlong through my veins

Now I felt it surge again

Like an urge for murder

... Her kiss

The paradigm of bliss

Hot whispers on the wind

In swanlike curves I graced salvation

Amidst both worlds I promised her

Eternity would be beautiful

Yet, on the cusp

I still not truly dared

Her eyes plied hard a burning will

Beseeching on her knees

Like Salome unfulfilled

I hung between two thieves

Guilt and spilt desire

Until that flame became a fire

All consuming

With strength renewed

I turned again

Death all lit up by my perfect victim

And she grew

The scourge of men

They hissed her name in perverted dictum

Now we walk, our cavorting auras

Feed the lengthy shadows with their sullen lullabies

The fragrant night air filled with haunting chorus

Clouds draw cobweb threads across a bloodied moonrise

Illicitus

Illicitus

Illicit

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