Cradle Of Filth - Courting Baphomet

Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Kissing hearses in their land Send away the pumpkin carriage Blind mice in your head Parade themselves like sacrilegious Envoys of the dead For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie Tonight the black guards came to rape And ruin those souls empathising With fleeing far away Thrown to the Tigris river curves Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising They thought they caught us Courting Baphomet Courting Baphomet Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod She walked the world When the world was made to dress In a perfect darkness A murderess in flame Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled The crack of a whip on the lips of anger Why would your holy order Not be wholly slain? Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With just verses for the damned For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Pissing curses in the sand We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie We raise our devil horns