"Presents From The Poison-Hearted" lyrics - CRADLE OF FILTH

Reigning at the feast of Phantasia
Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow
Before My coronation and vocal aspirations
To rule this fool creation fallen 'neath Me now

I knew deep eyes of a distant Christ
Were scarred from afar under starry lustre
Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice
Perverting Virtue, enslaving grace
Behind the glittering mask of pride
Saving face finding thorns to pierce his side

Desire, the fire
Spread hell throughout my soul
And higher the wire
The more I sought control

Straining from the leash in exultation
Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs
The global scent of fornication
A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues

I whispered schemes to dreamers then
To pursue an Eden
That screamed of me supreme again
As my world bloomed, so too the moon
Through Adam to Seth, Enos, Cainan
Mahalaleel and Jared blew
Perverting virtue, enslaving grace
Behind the slippery guise of lies
Saving face making waves to drown their faith

Messiahs, pariahs
Aeons reversed the two
Thus higher, their sprites
The more cursed grew their roots and suffering

I swept cruel seas
On the galley of the shadow of death

A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon
A kiss for the sun risen red once dined on
The coast of Menses
Discharged from celestial wombs
A first degree murder of ravens
Followed in fugue through the crack of doom
The Goat of Mendes
I set regime in the galley of the shadow of death

Angels in raiments as pure as coal
Taking their payments in tortured mortal souls
A bold direction, the abyss edge
But on cold reflection one they warmed to nonetheless
As they preyed the paths of the righteous one
Through the myth of thistled orchard floors
Bearing gifts of plenitude for
The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core

Temptation, my ambassador
Attila, Herod, Pharisees and Nero
All begged of Me for more

Down dark steps of history
I waged a war with a Heaven
I could not see beyond my wildest fantasies
Throwing sixes over deadly sin
I traded those who played to win
Skin for precious kin
And that that wormed within
And that that wormed within

Staining the reams of revelation
Etching ever-afters in accursed verse
The limpid rags of resurrection
From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed
Desire, the flyers
Spread Hell throughout their souls
And higher the fire
The more I held control