Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mother of Abominations , by - Cradle Of Filth. Song from the album Nymphetamine, in the genre Release date: 19.09.2004
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Mother of Abominations |
| Mother of abominations |
| Our Lady Overkill |
| Smothering the congregation |
| Grips the cosmic wheel |
| A lover of acceleration |
| No mercy or brakes applied |
| I see dead stars collide |
| In her cold unflinching powerslide |
| Comets tear the skies |
| Gushing from a shattered silence |
| Never so alive |
| Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines |
| Minds desanitized |
| Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence |
| Darkness fantasised |
| Sleek and polished black |
| Instrumental in stripping Gods |
| To neuter and mute their staves |
| Thereafter |
| Her laughter |
| Shalt sound aloft their future graves |
| Heavens above |
| Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising |
| Except no love |
| When she enters your golden halls |
| Millennial the whore |
| Riding wide astride the horns of madness |
| Clarions forth the war |
| Spilling the wine of her fornication |
| Perrenial the gore |
| Filling the lines between split nations |
| Seeping under doors |
| In time tides force a wider crack |
| Mother of abominations |
| Our Lady Overkill |
| Smothering the congregation |
| Licks the royal milk |
| The scourge hangs at her girdle |
| Death slathers near her heel |
| Seeking blood to curdle |
| When the gathered clouds reveal |
| Her roared abortive labour |
| Thighs slick with molten steel |
| Dripping into sabres |
| For Vulcan spawn to wield |
| Instrumental in stripping Gods |
| To neuter and lash her slaves |
| Thereafter |
| Her laughter |
| Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves |
| Heveans above |
| Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising |
| Expect no love |
| When they enter your golden halls |
| On sanguine floods |
| Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving |
| Skewered like doves |
| Outside the wailing wallsMother of abominations |
| Our Lady Overkill |
| Smothering the congregation |
| Grips the cosmic wheel |
| A lover of acceleration |
| No mercy or brakes applied |
| I see dead stars collide |
| In her cold unflinching powerslide |
| Comets tear the skies |
| Gushing from a shattered silence |
| Never so alive |
| Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines |
| Minds desanitized |
| Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence |
| Darkness fantasised |
| Sleek and polished black |
| Instrumental in stripping Gods |
| To neuter and mute their staves |
| Thereafter |
| Her laughter |
| Shalt sound aloft their future graves |
| Heavens above |
| Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising |
| Except no love |
| When she enters your golden halls |
| Millennial the whore |
| Riding wide astride the horns of madness |
| Clarions forth the war |
| Spilling the wine of her fornication |
| Perrenial the gore |
| Filling the lines between split nations |
| Seeping under doors |
| In time tides force a wider crack |
| Mother of abominations |
| Our Lady Overkill |
| Smothering the congregation |
| Licks the royal milk |
| The scourge hangs at her girdle |
| Death slathers near her heel |
| Seeking blood to curdle |
| When the gathered clouds reveal |
| Her roared abortive labour |
| Thighs slick with molten steel |
| Dripping into sabres |
| For Vulcan spawn to wield |
| Instrumental in stripping Gods |
| To neuter and lash her slaves |
| Thereafter |
| Her laughter |
| Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves |
| Heveans above |
| Fear the gorgon eyes of a new caste rising |
| Expect no love |
| When they enter your golden halls |
| On sanguine floods |
| Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving |
| Skewered like doves |
| Outside the wailing walls |