Cradle Of Filth - Black Smoke Curling from the Lips of War lyrics

Drunk off the wine of her mass fornication She sits astride turbulent seas Her poisoned c*nt harbor to deep fascination Nations in thrall to the Great Harlot Babylon She is desire Free, swathed in dark ecstasies She will not tire Bathe in her fire, the Great Harlot Babylon I have loved her stars too deliciously To be fearful of the consequences Judgements, hellbent On vengeful wing Descend to swеll her cemetеries Her orchids unfurl as bureaucracy moulders Sweet opiates further the dream The fate of the world on her silk-caressed shoulders Scarlet this woman, the Great Harlot Babylon She breeds acceptance Of greed and hypocrisy Decreed is the sentence Her prophetic downfall Unheeded by everyone I have drunk of her fruits too viciously To turn my face from her desecration From foreign shores come the claws to rend her To burn it all, this opulent splendor And cast her down in naked surrender Back to the spurn of the fall The sins of the earth have spread out her vines Eastern at birth, now she westers the vespertine Festers and shines there The scent of her fragrances hung like a noose Upon Eden's forbidden tree The Mother Of Exile, beguiling and loose Tongued like a serpent, the Great Harlot Babylon She is desire Free, swathed in grave liberties She will not tire Bathe in her fire, the Great Harlot Babylon Her putrescence blazes, deep mystery Babylon And though the skies In tumult, agonise She still swaggers in the shadow Of the towers aimed at God Black smoke curling from the lips of warfare Black smoke curling from the lips of war See, false cathedral She feeds this evil Regime with the fecal So flee from her, people For freed, the primeval Will bleed her steeples dry in every way Idolatress, Ishtar, mistress Shalt suffer a painful, shameful death Her soul disgorged And then be left with nothingness