Cradle Of Filth - Honey and Sulpher [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

Cradle of Filth’s video for ’Honey and Sulpher’ off the album Godspeed on the Devil’s Thunder - available now on Roadrunner Records. Download now on iTunes: LYRICS So potent was the star under which I was born That I have done what no one in the world has done No one 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 To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic, this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It’s roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil, spinning her lies Tender eyes, never ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it’s bed muck Prickles in wait thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She’s far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path Where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration the tower sings Where so much foul illumination strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams, a beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic, this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup garou When moonstruck veins inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced, naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats, pissing on graves Jesus saves but the devil made him Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum Praeclarum custodem ovium lupum