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Gilded **** (Cradle Of Filth)
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger
Of a sodomite's concubine
Bine (Bine)
Gilded ****
Oh, you gilded ****
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
My preference leans to killing you quickly
Scissored in the gizzard
That a heart no more maintains
But I am tied
To the labyrinth and the beast
The one-way track of eyes
Black and grey like panzers
Loose your shell
Shoot the mouth
The gates of hell
Have often dropped their jaws about
Satan's agents were perversion to bear
Side to side with their diversions
You use to guide my fingers there
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
**** (****)
Gilded ****
Oh, you gilded ****
****
****
Nothing is above you save a boreal light
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice
And below you, will I see you tonight
Glower from your tower
Built of ivory and spite?
For I am torn
Between the sheets that keep me borne
And the teeth of a storm
They reap then rape my stanzas
Click your heels
Three times six
The stars are fixed
May I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue
Nor did heaven ever weather
The crosses that you came upon
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
**** (****)
Gilded ****
Oh, you gilded ****
****
****
Transilvanian Hunger (Darkthorne)
Transilvanian Hunger
the Mountains are Cold
Cold
Cold
Soul
Cold
Your hands are cruel
careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt
forever at Night
Take me in your daylight slumber
can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally
To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, Hate Living ... The only heat is warm blood
So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment
To be the Ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and Fright
the Dearest Katharsis
Beautiful Evil Self
to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is Delightfully immortal
Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold
So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
Lyrics by Fenriz (1992)