Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am the Thorn, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Thornography, in the genre Date of issue: 08.10.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
I Am the Thorn |
| The needle in the eye of the hurricane |
| The poison in the font |
| The nail in the coffin of the profane |
| I am the lot |
| Maniacal the fire |
| That weaves inside my soul |
| When dripping tongues of hate |
| Envenomed, roll |
| Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars |
| My blood runs with the beasts |
| Though no crescent, cross or wandering star |
| Shalt witness my defeat |
| Born a jackal in the Vatican |
| To a loathsome flock |
| I have crept behind the drapes |
| And a wizard there is not |
| Just a white flag blackened by |
| Singing weapons that have led |
| A faith that soon dominions over |
| Desert kingdoms of the dead |
| I smell the fleur du malcontent |
| The hellish stench of Judas in the dozens |
| Bouquets for greed and twisted law |
| Handmaidens of a holy war |
| Bring on a thousand roses more |
| I am the thorn |
| Tangled are the thickets |
| That spare the virgin heart |
| From the waking grasp of rapists |
| In the dark |
| Mountaineers that strive so far |
| For a Heaven grown from reach |
| That love herself is fabled |
| To be missing from their peaks |
| Save in one sole tower |
| Where the presence of a rod |
| Stays the sleeping beauty |
| From the prying fingers of the mob |
| I smell the fleur du malcontent |
| The hellish stench of Judas in the dozens |
| Bouquets for greed and twisted law |
| Handmaidens of a holy war |
| Bring on a thousand roses more |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the Spear of Longinus |
| The sword of Damocles |
| Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus |
| The hammer of the gods in the prophet’s teeth |
| I am the thorn |
| Saint disgustus, president evil |
| Great white hopes of a shark eyed people |
| Lights of the world now flicker and die |
| Impaled in the race in the paling face |
| Where forked tongues pricked the skies |
| Choking on these words as I slither to their ear |
| As lightning strikes their blinded minds |
| I am not the hand of god |
| I am the thorn |
| I am not the hand of god |
| I am the thorn |
| Territorial thieves |
| Ever stealing thunder for religious causes |
| I will bring you all down to your knees |
| And fuck you over |
| Bouquets for greed and twisted law |
| Handmaidens of a holy war |
| Bring on a thousand roses more |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the thorn |
| I am the thorn |