Cradle of Filth: Honey and sulphur

PraeclarumCustodemOviumLupumAll Saints Day, the taint of rainBlood and mud and thunder all the sameTo those who close their ranks to Gille's menBricqueville, Prelati and De SilleCreatures of the dark creeping up and down the countrysideLittle angles out to pastume once againTorture garden rules of thumb applyTo sacred flesh and the naked eyeGolgothic this eroticaStinking of honey and worse, sulphurSo black was the magic in this tragical kingdomThe superstitions grewWise to the wolves that surprised their childrenGagged in sacks and dragged back toTiffaugesIt's roads now home to a beautiful strangerLifting her veilSpinning her liesTender eyes, never-ending dangerIt growsA rose that chose death for it's bedmuckPrickles in waitThanking her spiesTrickling thighs her only hiccupAnd though she walks the forest trailsShe's far from innocent or frailShe leads them down the path where darkness dwellsThat night is rife with celebrationThe tower singsWhere so much foul illuminationStrikes a lighthouse for the thingsThat slither and slather at the border of the pentagramMid sour dreamsA beauty pageant for the gathering damnedOf slaughtered lambs and tortured screamsPraeclarumCustodemOviumLupumTorture garden rules of thumb applyTo sacred flesh and the naked eyeGolgothic this eroticaStinking of honey and worse, sulphurSo black was the magic in this tragical kingdomIn this castle of loup-garouWhen moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged onA parcel of victims now tied toTiffaugesEngorged on the hordes of the anorexicCherubim forcedNaked and blindA holocaust mind designed their exitA libertine so grimSometimes tore them limb from limbSlitting their throatsPissing on gravesJesus save but the devil made himPraeclarumCustodemOviumLupum