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Hammer Of The Witches - Cradle Of Filth
Written by：Daniel Lloyd Davey/Martin Skaroupka/Marek Smerda/Richard Shaw/Daniel Firth/Lindsay Anne Matheson
Breastfed red dementias

Familiar with their suckled hostess

Unhinge her bridle scold

A quest for misadventure

Wrests her glare of buckled gnosis

From bloodstained floor to holy centerfold

Death is tensing to explode

Inquisitioners sought her
Scenting the bent in her veins
Stripped and readied for torture
Enslaved to shame
The fist of humanity taught her
Scissors and spiked tourniquet
Dionysian daughter
Pressed to confess from the pain

I say toll the demon bell

The rotting hearts of man
Shall light the path from hell

Vestal desecrators

Familiar with her secret ewers
Soon tied to licking flame

Rest their tests fir cater

As sweet revenge from redub sewers

Buicks and scuds amidst this unfair game

A storm is rolling in
Unleash the f**king curse

Striking unbiblical chords that roar
Invoke raw branded skies
As forked lightning feeds the hordes of war
Her broken hands revive

Calling the fallen
Crawling from the shadows of god

Now their tables turn blind faith learns
Papal sermons oft have lied

Save that the coven the black goat governs
Is very much wide eyed alive

She summons pool
On virulent wings a plague is coming
Gunfire hoofed
From mating with the devil
On the torch lit Brocken

Bathometric by design

A penchant vent for vengeance

Cut deep by horrors fought
Those dungeon screams for mercy
Shalt keep for everybody

Nine circles down them heard her

Ten times the hecatomb

A thousand souls for those church murdered

Dark ken align to render doom

Their punishment overdue
For sisters missed once powerless

Tongues torn out by the root

Fell whispers rose to a seething congress

Of spirits born for death's pursuit

Never a dusk so drunk on lust
Caressed the cobbles red
Frights she called the flights of ghouls
Left little of their brittle flesh
Judgment night descended
Like the bonfire's fall of ashes

Inquisitioners slaughtered

Venting the dent in her brain
Stripped and readied debauchers
Prepared to stain
The gist of humanity taught her
Intolerance murder in vein
Dionysian doughier
Soon to deliver the pain

I say toll the demon bell

The rotting hearts of man
Shall light the path from hell

And refreshed of this dementia
Their thumbscrews
Pears and cruel whiplashes

She turns her craft
To the next fat secret grove