Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Abhorrent, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Classic Filth, in the genre Date of issue: 01.09.2016
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
The Abhorrent |
| I sing desolation |
| On the breath of centuries |
| Bringing annihilation |
| Slaughter courses through my enemies |
| I was not always so cold |
| Once upon a crime in times of favour |
| I had lived a God amongst the bold |
| Like a true poetic saviour |
| But my people were dissolved |
| By the flames of righteous strangers |
| My name blackened ten thousandfold |
| Death grew to know me… |
| As the abhorrent |
| Stricken from the light |
| As dividing curses poured |
| I was hiding in the thickening mire |
| Biding for my war |
| I’m climbing up the years to get you |
| From a dark abyssic scheme |
| Lovecraftian, part-Martian |
| To the beast I used to be |
| My laureates of gold are sold |
| Horns spear the reddened sea |
| And by my transformed hand be sure |
| The Heavens hear your final pleas |
| Tonight this world is burning |
| To a fulsome serenade |
| Arch nemesis, I’m the genesis |
| Of a raging plague about to break |
| Blue eyes rolled headlong to black |
| When the darkness drew me to her caresses |
| I was not always so cold |
| Once upon a crime in times of old |
| I had lived a God amongst the folds |
| Of creeping epic failure |
| But my people were dissolved |
| By the flames of righteous strangers |
| My name blackened and deeds annulled |
| They grew to know me… |
| As the abhorrent |
| I’m a cemetery and a garden |
| Ripe with near-putrefied life |
| A phallus beginning to harden |
| On the philosophy of a prurient knife |
| I hear the dead begin to cry |
| Hostis Humanis Generis |
| My favourite leaden lullaby |
| On sacred eve I’ve asked for sacrifice |
| Mere moments of atonement |
| For your despise |
| A stren believer |
| That the great deceiver |
| Is your precious God |
| Whose preachers saw me demonised |
| Now, the sun it sets |
| On your nascent best of days |
| Time to rise |
| Gorgon, Calibos and Cain |
| Titans unrepentant |
| Lord Lucifer insane |
| If I am the Devil |
| I shall honour my spiteful name |
| Tonight this world is burning |
| To a fulsome serenade |
| Arch nemesis, the best of this |
| Destructive wickedness is on its way |
| I’m climbing up the years to get you |
| From a dark abyssic scheme |
| Lovecraftian, part-Martian |
| To the beast I used to be |
| My laureates of gold are sold |
| Horns spear the reddened sea |
| And by my transformed hand be sure |
| The Heavens hear your final screams |
| The abhorrent |