Coffin Fodder - Cradle Of Filth

The time has come to rise again

Freedom, lift thy sewage hem

Free from beasts and skewered men

My dreams unroll

Ten thousand fold

Their world will never take me

They will never desecrate my soul

The stars I have grasped

Are so far lonely constellations

And wishing on those stars

My spirit bars annihilation

From earthen miseries

Hosts of most fell forms of greed

Ghosts of pearly gate remissions

Forever haunting me

Slit the witch and watch him bleed

As with any inquisition

Lying from the start

The preachers plied their craft

Scoffing elder glories

And dying, I depart

To make their sunken hearts

A coffin for their stories

The time is past to falter when

Freedom slips my sombre pen

And the gates to wolves break open then

My feelings may seem constant prey

But claws no more will rake me

Those whores have fled to darker days

Above and beyond

I have wronged in my position

But now the winds are strong

To soar from Babel’s vision

Of cutthroat jealousies

Dock to dock, these mongrels breed

Dogs of fogged derision

Pacing, soon to be

Back to pack mentality

When my killing moon is risen

Trying from the start

These creatures of the dark

Were quaffing morning glories

And dying, I depart

To make their drunken hearts

A coffin for their stories

Innovation in ovation

Imagination stirs

Somewhere the dusk is lining

Red the shore of a roaring sea

And though loved there, someone is pining

For waves of blood to run and rescue me

For waves of blood to rescue me

To run and run and run and run

The time has come to rise again

Freedom lift thy sewage hem

Free from beasts and skewered men

My dreams unroll

Ten thousand fold

Their world will never take me

They will never desecrate my soul

Their world will never break me

They will never desecrate my soul