Text: Cradle Of Filth. Present From The Poison-Hearted.

Reigning at the feast of Phantasia
Heightened pleasures were endeavored to bow
Before my coronation and vocal aspirations
To rule this fool creation fallen ?neath me now

I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ
Were scarred from afar under starry luster
Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice
Perverting virtue, enslaving grace

Behind the glittering mask of pride
Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side
Desire, the fire, spread hell throughout my soul
And higher the wire, the more I sought control

Straining from the leash in exultation
Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs
The global scent of fornication
A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues

I whispered schemes to dreamers then to pursue an Eden
That screamed of me supreme again
As my world bloomed so too the moon
Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan

Mahalaleel and Jared blew
Perverting virtue, enslaving grace
Behind the slippery guise of lies
Saving face making waves to drown their faith

Messiahs, pariahs, eons reversed the two
Thus, higher their sprites the more cursed grew their roots
And suffering I swept cruel seas
On the galley of the shadow of death

A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon
A kiss for the sun risen red once dined on
The coast of Menses, discharged from celestial wombs
A first degree murder of ravens
Followed in fugue through the crack of doom

The goat of Mendes, I set regime
In the galley of the shadow of death
Angels in raiments as pure as coal
Taking their payments in tortured mortal souls

A bold direction, the abyss edge
But on cold reflection, one they warmed to nonetheless
As they preyed the paths of the righteous
Through the myth of thistled orchard floors

Bearing gifts of plenitude for
The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core
Temptation, my ambassador
Attila, Herod, Pharisees and Nero all begged of me for more

Down dark steps of history, I waged a war with a Heaven
I could not see beyond My wildest fantasies
Throwing sixes over deadly sin, I traded those who played to win
Skin for precious skin and that that wormed within

Staining the reams of revelation
Etching ever-afters in accursed verse
The limpid rags of resurrection
From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed

Desire, the flyers spread Hell throughout their souls
And higher the fire, the more I held control