Tortured Soul Asylum (Live in Paris, 2005) (исполнитель: Cradle Of Filth)
"Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at heart Don't [bad word] bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..." Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian... Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions [bad word] like a furious [bad word] Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final [bad word] I saw it all Forbidden Midian long fabled Judecca sanctuary for sin... To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck (Though the only Angels in repose Were those with ivy strangled necks) Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew [bad word] bolts And dared a threshold The searing Sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, [bad word] and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin... To rival Heaven Above Eden's birth defects Though the only Angels that arose Were those who fell to most requests Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted [bad word] Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse nightly rite of teeth and [bad word] For those below who rose to hunt Sor sights that preyed on Me for days And in laudenum's haze I painted them all... The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within (An underworld free of [bad word] Crotesques and wolves in womens skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargrazers dare Ascend like prayer (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares) Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian... I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat [bad word] souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When My [bad word] from fog for Me... Exhuming the moon Through the bars in My room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites rise to claim me from you! No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict [bad word]