Lustmord and Wargasm (The Lick of Carnivorous Winds) - Cradle of Filth

An Archangel in bondage

Bediademed, souled

With a murder of ravens

But no less Astarte to behold

Abandoned by Heaven

To the dead, dark and past

Cast Her dispersions

On life's brittle glass

And though Her eyes still held fire

As stonewalls caged the beast

'Gainst the lassitudes of Death

She fought but fell to greet

And midst lies in collusion

She was martyred to teach

That "Divinity and Lust

Are forever forbidden to meet"

But I swore that they would

Before the veil could part our embrace

Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed

And promised Christendom in flames

Gravid with madness

Like a feculent dirge

That obsesses the heart

I am covened by words

To avenge Her

Ebon splendour

And surrender

My soul to the dead to achieve

Prophecies of libidinous scourge

Horripilation braying o'er carious herds

Vexing nightmares

And their weak prayers

To a no one there

To hinder Her decree

To weed the world of their disease

As shadows unblind mine eyes to see

The meat that is their congregation

How they plead to the skies

But this is mere foreplay to war

Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal

Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest

A psychophant, the despoiler of faith

Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese

For Her interred

I tore a battle banner from His hide

Splashed in red goetia

Hues of Hell and deicide

So came the night

Its obsidian light

Is a master whom disasters

Suck upon like concubines

And under black skirts

That whisper of delight

Darkseeds near fruition

Darked deeds to marry mine

"In Death's bed I have lain

Paying lip-service to shame

But for dreaming of thee I regain

A reason to seek life again"

Then we smite the divine

For our true nature is sin

To strip tender flesh from these swine

Like the lick of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm that begins

By forcing its Herod tongue in

The womb of the holy virgin

To taste of immaculate sin

From temptation's peak we will see

The world unfurled at last

Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind

Shall be as one in grim repast

Commemorating sickle moons

The pack are poised to reap

A scythe of white roses in bloom

Whose twisted thorns will keep

A crown upon a dead man

Daylights crucified in sleep

And lives that hide in scriptured lies

To the memories of a scream

And we shall dance amid the ruin

As Adam and Evil

Dizzy at the falling stars

That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval

If all must we damn for this moment

Then it shall be so

For our souls have crossed oceans of time

To clasp one another more tightly

Than Death could alone...

As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl

The talons of lust rake a clarion call

To the lick of carnivorous winds

The lick of carnivorous winds