Gilded Cunt - 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

Gilded cunt

Oh, you gilded cunt

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 gray like panzers

Loose your shell, shoot the mouth the gates of Hell

Have often dropped their jaws about

Satan’s agents are perversions to bear

Side to side with the diversions you use to guide my fingers there

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 cunt

Oh, you gilded cunt

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

That reap then rend 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 cunt

Oh, you gilded cunt