Cradle of Filth - Honey and Sulphur

So potent was the star under which I was born
That I have done what no one in the world has done
Nor can ever do

Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum
Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum

All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille's men

Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Little angels out to pastume once again

Torture garden rules of thumb apply (torture garden rules of thumb apply)
To sacred flesh and the naked eye (to sacred flesh and the naked eye)
Golgothic this erotica (Golgothic this erotica)
Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur

So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
That the superstitious grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their children
Gagged in sacks and dragged back to

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