Cradle Of Filth - Manticore lyrics

Write a story, any story

But let it have dragons...

O Gods of war in the jungle corridor.

I feel your haughty presence feasting the Manticore

She stalks the shadows, burning

The smoke is thick and reeks of blood.

Her hunger an eternal yearning.


Tantric, necromantic, a wank fantasy of faith

She religiously feeds a feverous all man-eater.

In the trees I see her eyes like slithering she of snakes.

Monstrous this chimera in her beautiful anger.


Screaming from the pulpit damnation's oratory she is the whispering

Poisoned dart and the breath of armageddon all around. The embodiment of

Evil in a body full of raptures antropophagous.


Manticora.

Press the silent violin of frisson horror in my forced hand sphinx will

Sing her song and coloured in lullabies death endorsed invades our lands.


Gigantic, pyromantic a beast of naked flame panting blackened masses from

Her opulent godhead ill-barbed are those tongues spread wings eclipse her

Frame and in her deep crevasses Kundalini vents unfed.

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In darkness.

Her fastness threshed with fleshing teeth

She comes to masticate you whole. She is the bane of mothers, grand

Leveller of Maa Kali's Mardi Gras.

What man would damn the world to summon her?


Be still. Pray silence lest she stoops to conquer.

The perverse acid queen. Ten thousand pillars in her heart uphold a palace

Of frozen killers and the mirror in her soul polished black for scrying

Nightmares bubbles with a lust that years to burn again.


Razor backed, she attacks empire's battle cat, creature of the white

Devil's rule. Mythical and mystical provinces will recall the swarm of

Refugees from her pall. Mimicking victims with a voice of the choicest

Deathpanned in pain. Awful claws hold rapport with the skins of mankind.

She is the whispering poisoned dart and the breath of armageddon all

Around, the enbodiment of evil in a valley full of raptors.


A lick of fire on her lips as silent as a will o wisp she comes amongst you

All, tigressive. Blazing in her pride hellraising horrors from the

Dark-side...


Manticore!






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