Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2000)

02. Cthulhu Dawn

Cthulhu dawn!

Spatter the stars,
douse their luminosity with our amniotic retch.
Promulgating the birth of another Hell on Earth,
shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh.

A necrotic cattle-brand, the hissing downfall pentagram
carven deep upon the church doors of the damned.
But no pass-over is planned, a great renewal growls at hand,
and only when they're running will they come to understand.

So ends the pitiful reign of man!
When the moon exhales behind a veil
of widowhood and clouds on a biblical scale,
we raise the stakes to silhouette the impaled crowds.

Within this kissed disembowel arena
a broken seal on an ancient curse
unleashes beasts from the seismic breach
with lightning reach and genocidal thirst.

Mountains of Archaos Theories
in collision as at planetary dawn.
Apocalypse's razorbacks beat
wings on glass as thunder cracks,
unfurled across a world hurled to the black.

Cthulhu dawn!

Shatter the glass house
wherein spirits breathe out halitosis of the soul.
From a wrecking abscess, plague of far righteousness,
all fates hang in the balance mocking crucified dolls.

An inquisition outs when the sun goes out,
our powers will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel,
as they have for countless lustrum in dark Midian
accustomed to burning effigies of our enemies well.

So begins the sibilant world death knell!
When a corpse wind howls and awakes from drowse
the scheming dead freed of gossamer shrouds,
we gorgonise eyes of the storm aroused red.

Blinding time all lines dine on this instance,
a melting spool of beggar negative frames.
The skies teem alive to watch die,
mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves.