Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thank Your Lucky Scars, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
Thank Your Lucky Scars |
| Governed by the moon |
| She’s a bold headmistress |
| I am lycanthropic |
| Too evolved to miss this |
| Opportunity to taste |
| The pausing lamb |
| By the grace of heaven |
| Come the claws |
| I am |
| Emerging with the hunger |
| Scented blood a tease |
| Urges surging under |
| Thunder bludgeoning pleas |
| Bathing in the afterglow |
| Of Set let free |
| On the scarlet march of woe |
| To a dead set destiny |
| True nature’s stark decree |
| The crude dripping whipping |
| Off the back of need |
| We are lost souls amok |
| The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok |
| The crossed pounding holy flock |
| Like a werewolf blitzkrieg |
| I am stuck on a killing spree |
| A premature star |
| That shot reprieve |
| So f*ck you Lady sympathy |
| Just thank your lucky scars |
| You’re not for me |
| The moon is drifting |
| Through a dark hypnotic garden |
| Her spells are waxing gibbous |
| And my heart it starts to roar |
| Just thank your lucky scars |
| Sat astride my rearing nightmares |
| The abhorrence King. |
| Death bound in glory |
| I see their idle tide in fear now turn there |
| Before these evil jaws that leave no story |
| This rancour soon will pass |
| Just thank your lucky scars |
| Chosen by the moon |
| She’s a cold seductress |
| Frozen to the bone |
| She’s compelled to suck this |
| Lust from out my veins |
| To assert her rule |
| From the able mouth of Cain |
| Spurt the things I do |
| Howling at the ether |
| Like a beast in heat |
| Burning with a fever |
| For the seasonal meat |
| I shall never gloat |
| On what the sufferer sees |
| My teeth are in their throat |
| Blood is draining me of speech |
| True nature’s stark decree |
| The brute, finger licking |
| From his sickening feats |
| We are lost souls amok |
| The raptors, scratch, Ragnarok |
| The crossed, pounding holy flock |
| Like a werewolf blitzkrieg |
| I am stuck on a killing spree |
| A premature star |
| That shot reprieve |
| So f*ck you Lady sympathy |
| Just thank your lucky scars |
| Your not like me |
| Just thank your lucky scars |
| Sat astride my rearing nightmares |
| The abhorrence King. |
| Death bound in glory |
| I see their idle tide in fear now turn there |
| Before these haunted shores of purgatory |
| Just thank your lucky scars |
| Governed by the moon |
| She’s a bold headmistress |
| I am lycanthropic |
| Too evolved to miss this |
| Opportunity to taste |
| The pausing lamb |
| By the grace of heaven |
| Come the claws |
| I am |
| Emerging with the hunger |
| Scented blood a tease |
| Urges surging under |
| Thunder bludgeoning pleas |
| Bathing in the afterglow |
| Of Set let free |
| On the scarlet march of woe |
| To a dead set destiny |