Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre
Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Huge Onyx Wings Behind Despair |
Bloated with disease |
A psychophantic grease that clings |
Like a shroud thrown over me |
A coat of golden fleas |
And by their gleam |
The shadows grow to be |
This soul is sick, this soul is sick with wicked exploration |
My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole |
A welcome mat for infestation |
Fettered from the get go |
Listen to me now |
For the road to glory goads you |
Thistles on the path |
Always cast by the ones who know you |
From the dark |
We are less than worms and vermin |
Black clouds low and roll |
Shipwrecked in my psyche |
By siren fantasies |
Serpents |
Curl about my goals |
Hissing through the mirror |
As they slither over me |
Now… |
I pray you see the light |
Before huge onyx wings behind despair arise |
They splay night skies with desolation |
And the Devil never lets go |
Fate caught me |
In flagrante delicto |
Shame taught me |
Hell’s self-obsessive fresco |
Ruled by horrors |
Grue, no butterfly become |
Cocooned in utter guilt |
The gutters silt has overrun |
My rue transcendence |
Sheol builds Golem |
And this offence to nature |
Is hunting independence |
The more I wallow in grief |
The more fatalist I fall |
To this engorging beast |
The greatest traitor of them all |
Bloated with disease |
A psychophantic grease that clings |
Like a shroud thrown over me |
A coat of golden fleas |
And by their gleam |
The shadows grow to be |
This soul is sick, this soul is sick with wicked exploration |
My vulgar habits stitched the rabbit hole |
A welcome mat for infestation |
Listen to them laugh |
For the roads to glory goad you |
Thistles on the path |
Always cast by the ones who know you |
From within the mirror |