Cradle of Filth - Mother of Abominations

Mother of abominations
Our lady overkill
Smothering the congregation
Grips the cosmic wheel
A lover of acceleration
No mercy or brakes applied
I see dead stars collide
In her cold unflinching powerslide
Comets tear the skies
Gushing from a shattered silence
Never so alive
Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines
Minds desanitized
Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence
Darkness fantasised
Sleek and polished black
Instrumental in stripping gods
To neuter and mute their staves
Thereafter
Her laughter
Shalt sound aloft their future graves
Heavens above
Fear the gorgon eyes of a new moon rising
Except no love
When she enters your golden halls
Millennial the whore
Riding wide astride the horns of madness
Clarions forth the war
Spilling the wine of her fornication
Perrenial the gore
Filling the lines between split nations
Seeping under doors
In time tides force a wider crack
Mother of abominations
Our lady overkill
Smothering the congregation
Licks the royal milk
The scourge hangs at her girdle
Death slathers near her heel



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