Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gilded Cunt, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Nymphetamine, in the genre Date of issue: 19.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Gilded Cunt |
| Your misery is worn as a veil |
| To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind |
| In place of Eve a bitter parody hails |
| Daggers from the swagger of a sodomite’s concubine |
| Gilded cunt |
| Oh, you gilded cunt |
| Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly |
| Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave |
| My preference leans to killing you quickly |
| Scissored in the gizzard that a heart no more maintains |
| But I am tied |
| To the labyrinth and the beast |
| The one way track of eyes |
| Black and gray like panzers |
| Loose your shell, shoot the mouth the gates of Hell |
| Have often dropped their jaws about |
| Satan’s agents are perversions to bear |
| Side to side with the diversions you use to guide my fingers there |
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger |
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger |
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger |
| Gilded cunt |
| Oh, you gilded cunt |
| Nothing is above you save a boreal light |
| That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice |
| And below you, will I see you tonight? |
| Glower from your tower built of ivory and spite? |
| For I am torn |
| Between the sheets that keep me borne |
| And the teeth of a storm |
| That reap then rend my stanzas |
| Click your heels, three times six |
| The stars are fixed, may I climb and get you one? |
| The palace at Versailles never held your tongue |
| Nor did heaven ever weather the crosses that you came upon |
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger |
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger |
| Dirty little soul frigger, dirty little soul frigger |
| Gilded cunt |
| Oh, you gilded cunt |