Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heaven Torn Asunder, artist - Cradle Of Filth.
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heaven Torn Asunder |
Rise, ablaze, libidinous |
Devildom voyeurs |
Ascend to smother the light |
Nascent aeons confer… |
Chaos is spat |
From the black eternal sea |
Serrated mountains of mad shadows |
Carving towards misdeed |
Stormchoirs gather |
A pestilential hiss |
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire |
The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice |
Supernal vestments hang tattered |
Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory |
Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers |
Poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees |
(Victory spent |
Breathe deep benighted scent) |
We are as a flame born unto the darkness |
Desires burning in palatial glades |
And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us |
Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves… |
Attack! |
Wreak atrocities on those we have despised |
Judgements be riven, from the skies |
Darkness empower let us master prophecy |
Fulfilling destiny — the promised fever |
Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy |
Written in flesh across the howling ether |
Artemis |
Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia |
With stars erased, throw wide the gates |
The infidel soon unmasks her face |
Neath silken shroud she waxes horn |
Sharpened to skewer dawn… |
I am as a plague, born to the priestess |
The secret amour of her archangelic rape |
Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed |
Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake |
Attack! |
Wreak atrocities on those we have despised |
Judgements be riven, from the skies |
Darkness empower let us master prophecy |
Fulfilling destiny — the promised fever |
Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy |
Written in flesh across the howling ether |
'The most August sorcerers of Hades |
Darkly seized for me a throne |
And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed |
Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone |
From this ransacked celestial temple |
I hold the prophet’s severed head unto all nations' |
Tremble before us |
Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres |
Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires |
Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth |
'Our voices are opened graves |
Through which the never-dead escape' |
From dank, abyssic dream |
Pursuing ascendancy… |
Stormchoirs gather |
A pestilential hiss |
Sunset evokes Luciferian fire |
The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice |
Supernal vestments hang tattered |
Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory |
Invasions scale Babel’s ivory towers |
Poised to sodomise a world upon it’s knees |
The enemy has held three seasons |
Imparadised, whilst we writhed |
To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree |
Now freed to plunder… |
Heaven torn asunder |