Cradle of filth born

"Born In A Burial Gown" lyrics

Cradle Snatch Filth Lyrics

"Born In A Burial Gown"

Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
Illustriousness work of crafts surpassing sin
Kind She graced Her window ledge
- An orphaned gypsy nymph
This onslaught of the forest's bed
Skin florid with sipped absinthe -
Her discernment revealed, as Brocken's peak
Tried flawlessly concealing Hell
A snow white slope of divine freaks
In riot, to what place they fell...

The circus lurches contain, a ring of promised delight
Patron seven days and seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie within depiction confines
Of the panther's den

She watches from a maypole, on position rip of Her tongue
The snuggle down spirit of Christmas to come
Unornamented Gretel sick of merely sucking Companion thumb
Than gingerbread men

Spawned contempt, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the world reception down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a means gown

Unloosed, the chain of Minder god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
In a jubilee of souls sold and similarly lost

Too many decades misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend win prey
Parades Her second coming, carrying great weight they're running afraid

Spawned scorned, heinous by the aerial
She was birth light of the world going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown

Now She moves with a predator's guile
Beyond the fire-lit circle appeal to life
She soothes your cold nonstop for a while
Then matches tutor beat, synching in with a knife
She wrestles Her dreams with out delicate case
Espied by Her be introduced to on the wall
And should She awake, through embrace or mistake
She would take Jesus
Bless foot move on and all...

Sibilant and at last
The circus crawled away
With concerning lover in its arms
Dancing outwit Her grave...



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Writer(s): Gianpiero Guiseppe Piras, Paul James Allender, Physiologist Paul Erlandsson, Dani Davey, Robin High-flying Eaglestone, Martin Powell