The Persecution Song-Cradle of Filth

[00:20.37]At the very start [00:22.26]There were whispers in the dark [00:24.78]And for all the world to see [00:27.30]There was witchcraft at its heart [00:30.16]And on the autumn air [00:32.06]The scent of bonfires everywhere [00:34.88]And a fell wind stirred the leaves... [00:38.35]The persecution song [00:40.59] [00:41.82]Telltale signs of possession [00:45.09]Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed [00:50.60]Gasps she just could not suppress [00:53.18]After lights-out midst the dead [00:56.03]And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness [01:00.59] [01:02.01]Time was running faster for disaster [01:07.31]Strange nights were burning [01:09.02]In the furnace of her dreams [01:12.47]A name was uttered, Lilith [01:15.27]Mistress, Playmate, Master [01:17.54]Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy ! [01:22.29] [01:31.93]And in the thick of all [01:34.29]In the Black Goddess's thrall [01:36.77]With the wood unseen for trees [01:39.72]Victoria stood tall [01:42.38]Promiscuous in step [01:44.23]The Devil breathing down her neck [01:46.60]As jealous zealots stitched apiece... [01:50.36]The persecution song [01:52.53] [01:53.91]Telltale signs of possession [01:57.10]Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared [02:02.52]To her Sisters of the cloth [02:05.16]She now reeked of Astaroth [02:07.51]Again the curse had surfaced [02:09.99]Sneaking back the pagan YEARS [02:12.83] [02:14.73]Weaving webs of great revealing [02:18.41]Hidden in the convent [02:20.43]An evil libido abided, undone [02:23.53]Breathing, deceiving [02:25.48]Feasting on her deviant feelings [02:28.27]She'd clung to her crucifix [02:30.20]Once her torturers begun [02:33.20] [02:43.46]Her screams came quick [02:45.64]The miserichord [02:46.68]Den to vice and screw [02:48.40]That had reddened many tongues [02:50.34]Wrung symphonies [02:51.76]Of suffering from her [02:53.44] [03:08.25]AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ! [03:12.91] [03:13.43]Many moons hardened pure hearts [03:16.25]Those plagued by her black arts [03:18.34]Their rooms secreting phantom orgies [03:21.25]Vile rites and rifled graves [03:23.19] [03:23.74]Mere hours, now towered [03:26.18]Above this bent and beaten flower [03:28.90]Her naked body privy to [03:32.08]The Abbess and her WAYS [03:37.37] [03:43.45]Victoria fought [03:44.79]No guilt was wrought [03:46.03]Just a torrid retort of blasphemies [03:48.80]Nails and crosses vomited forth [03:51.04]From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell [03:56.68] [03:58.41]Arched like Hell [04:00.13] [04:14.00]At the very start [04:16.02]There were whispers in the dark [04:18.48]And for all the world to see [04:20.97]There was witchcraft at its heart [04:23.87]But then the end grew nigh [04:26.05]A dirge inferno filled the sky [04:28.57]In its customary key... [04:31.98]The persecution song [04:34.26] [04:35.51]Telltale signs of obsession [04:38.74]No wailing banshee would dishonour their name [04:44.24]Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak [04:46.86]Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke [04:49.07]They hanged her there like Judas [04:51.62]With the Hellcat in her REINED [04:53.82] [04:54.42]Time was running faster for disaster [04:59.41]Exorcism, torture, gallows [05:02.08]Now a shallow GRAVE [05:04.88]A name was stuttered, Isaac [05:07.69]Tongue-tied, simple, bastard [05:09.94]They made him dig the pit [05:11.78]Mindless of what it claimed ! [05:14.66] [05:18.23]Mindless of what it claimed [05:22.90]