Cradle of Filth - Rise Of The Pentagram lyrics

One dark afternoon

Like a shadow I flew

Through the rain

That fell sick with lament

To this house of incest

For when we undressed

Blasphemies against Venus were rent

Though her sister removed

Her wed body approved

The parade of my heavenly quests

Yet all tongues are not true

Some are forked or askew

Like an uncivil serpent's at best

For ousted from Eden

I Fausted all reason

Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan

To horned-fairy groves and hot virgin coves

Where in the promiscuous swam

I elected lovers, and rejected others

Mephistresses that don't give a damn

But in those that still do

My deep interest grew

The rise of the true Pentagram!