Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One Foul Step From The Abyss, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
One Foul Step From The Abyss |
| The Feast of Fools, 1308 |
| As January slipped into the grip of winter |
| A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate |
| Amidst the flock, disease and dementia |
| Night was blighted more than ever before |
| With screams of lust and obscene adventure |
| And scenes of raw debauch |
| The darkness was aroused with every kiss |
| And all who fell under it’s spell |
| Were one foul step from the abyss |
| One foul step from the abyss |
| Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair |
| Feared the templars and their Queen |
| For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare |
| When she steered their tempestuous |
| Fever-dreams |
| The beast was loose and beauty party |
| To the horrors of this sonorous whore |
| A seducer, Medusa |
| A frozen Hecate cloned |
| Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer |
| Growing stronger with each whimpering dog |
| Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers |
| Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity |
| The darkness was aroused with every kiss |
| And all who fell under its spell |
| Were one foul step from the abyss |
| One foul step from the abyss |
| Love was drugged by a copious vendor |
| A train of servants for here decadent games |
| Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour |
| Vain Lilith spread her wings again |
| Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation |
| Lit the towers, their very presence declared |
| They watch with lust, despair and veneration |
| For the Goddess scatted naked there |
| The painted eye of the storm |
| Plagues of sin, played to win |
| All hearts and souls in thrall |
| To her embraced, her fatal whims |
| Desire meant to conquer all |
| Until that fateful day, 1308 |
| With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate |
| Facing winter gray to disintegrate |
| Once noble halls |
| The villagers in a belligerent horde |
| Fraught daughters fanning flames |
| Rose like pillars for their militant Lord |
| Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins |
| They assailed the fort beyond the woods |
| As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight |
| Many lost their sanity at what they fought |
| Amidst those walls, creed of dementia |
| Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge |
| Put to the sword, freed from their calenture |
| The great estate was given straight to the church |
| Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead |
| But that she drank the blood of many men |
| That dark night it was said |