Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Retreat Of The Sacred Heart, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Retreat Of The Sacred Heart |
| She slept in ecstasy |
| In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies |
| Freed from Christ’s frigid regime |
| And rigid nails… |
| She was first in church |
| To lick her lips and self-debased |
| Each waking second felt like heaven |
| In the scarlet One’s embrace |
| And at last, clear memories, aghast |
| Relinquished their control |
| All things held dear to the wretched past |
| Coalesced within her soul |
| Madness crept into her sight |
| Though her sinful gaint |
| Spoke of nothing to the contrary |
| Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life |
| Her piece of broken mirror |
| Barely recognised |
| The worm was turning |
| For here sat grinning Victoria |
| Who, no three weeks ago |
| Was flogged red to euphoria |
| For her dour love of God |
| And the ardour of his crows |
| Cold cloisters kept the dead apart |
| At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart |
| She stepped in ecstasy |
| Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies |
| Freed into love’s reacquainted dream |
| And sudden gales… |
| Night grew sultry late September |
| A man came from the village |
| Through the woods |
| To help with harvest |
| She was burning like the fields |
| All her vows lay unfulfilled |
| His name was Isaac, silent, blessed |
| A mute whose tongue impressed her lately |
| But now red skies darken |
| The rooks lament |
| Windswept maelstroms harken |
| The approach of Lilith’s nightmare kingdom |
| The woman in her astral dreams |
| Became more vivid, livid, obscene |
| Scatted on the throne of onyx blasphemies |
| Emanating raw desire and the surging urge to scream |
| Darkness crept into her face |
| She stood erect |
| And spoke of riches and their whereabouts |
| Finding in Isaac the need to place |
| A hidden Templar necklace lest the month run out |
| For now stormed the vainglorious |
| In her palace of mass delight |
| Her power dawned victorious |
| Victoria the key, her mind unfastened |
| By flights of morbid fancy |
| Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong |
| Sweet seductions, peaked eruptions |
| Spiking through impatient song |
| Cold cloister kept the dead apart |
| At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart |
| The gate to hell was forced apart |
| At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart |