Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Manticore , by - Cradle Of Filth. Song from the album Classic Filth, in the genre Release date: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Manticore |
| «Write a story, Any story |
| But let it have dragons…» |
| O Gods of war |
| In the jungle corridor |
| I feel your haughty presence |
| Feasting the Manticore |
| She stalks the shadows, burning |
| The smoke is thick and reeks of blood |
| Her hunger an eternal yearning |
| Tantric, necromantic |
| A wank fantasy of faith |
| She religiously feeds |
| A feverous all man-eater |
| In the trees I see |
| Her eyes like slithering She Of Snakes |
| Monstrous this Chimera |
| In her beautiful anger |
| Screaming from the pulpit |
| Damnation’s oratory |
| She is the whispering poisoned dart |
| And the breath of armageddon all around |
| The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures |
| Anthropophagous |
| Manticora |
| Press the silent violin of frisson over horror |
| In my forced hand |
| Sphinx will sing her song and coloured in lullabies |
| Death endorsed invades our lands |
| Gigantic, pyromantic |
| A beast of naked flame |
| Panting blackened masses |
| From her opulant Godhead |
| Ill-barred are those tongues |
| Spread wings eclipse her frame |
| And in her deep crevasses |
| Kundalini vents unfed |
| In darkness |
| Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth |
| She comes to masticate you whole |
| She is the bane of mothers |
| Grand Leveller of Maa Kali’s Mardi Gras |
| What man would damn the world to summon her? |
| Be still |
| Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer |
| The Perverse acid queen |
| Ten thousand pillars in her heart |
| Uphold a cracked palace of frozen killers |
| And the mirror in her soul |
| Polished black for scrying nightmares |
| Bubbles with a lust |
| That yearns to burn again |
| Razor backed, She attacks |
| Empire’s battle cat |
| A creature of the white devil’s rule |
| Mythical and mystical |
| Provinces will recall |
| The swarm of refugees from her pall |
| Mimicking victims |
| With a voice of the choicest deadpanned in pain |
| Awful claws hold rapport |
| With the skins of mankind |
| She is the whispering poisoned dart |
| And the breath of armageddon all around |
| The embodiment of evil in a body full of raptures |
| A lick of fire on her lips |
| As silent as a will o wisp |
| She comes amongst you all, tigressive |
| Blazing in her pride |
| Hellraising horrors from the dark-side… |
| Manticore |