For Your Vulgar Delectation - Cradle Of Filth

Welcome with a stench of misadventure

Libertines and sibling things a grim

Slither forth through the gateway’s hissing denture

The moon, one up on the chateau battlements

Gilds this torchlit drive to Shangri-la

This solstice calls like the piper to rodentia

Come join this hive of masqueraders

This eve is pure and pagan

Its teeth are in the past

Dark royalties of ancient caste

Feast in splendour

For your vulgar delectation

Decreed

That hunger shall be sated by the dawn

In marble ballrooms

Of delight

The erotic and the wicked dance alike

Virgin cunts aquiver at this foreplay for the spiteful

The cellars smelt abrim

With cracked wine and racked women

Are spiced for even Marquis appitites

Screams an aphrodisiac

For the blackest ever nightfall

Lords, heed the call

Vast boudours here

Are mastered by the minatory

Walls plastered with the base relief

Of baser glories

Ma Cherie Debauchery

Deflower of my life untie their bonds

And push these fantasies

To ever greater stories

For your vulgar delectation

Inhibit nothing, run free

Loose sore cateries before me

Ripped, prolific scars

Are titbits on which to feed

The heathen hour strikes

Wrong, the rites

Beasts ravage for your soul

As lovely entrapment snaps

Her fingers, Hell comes crawling

This eve is pure and pagan

Its teeth are in the past

Let the cream of sinners learn at last

For your vulgar delectation

Decreed

That hunger shall be sated by the dawn

Dawn…

Bursting, aghast

With the judgement that we spend upon the evil

We feed eternal hungriness

Exceeding vile deeds that were freed in this cathedral

For your vulgar delectation

Decreed

That horrors shall be waited on the

Ones who crave sin’s innovations