Babalon A.D. (So Glad For The Madness) Lyrics by Cradle Of Filth
Album : Damnation And A Day
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I bled on a pivotal stretch
Like a clockwork Christ
Bears sore stigmata, bored

And as I threw Job, I drove
Myself to a martyred wretch
To see if I drew pity
Or pretty litanies from the Lord

So the plot sickened
With the coming of days
Ill millennia thickened
With the claret I sprayed
And though they saw red
I left a dirty white stain
A splintered knot in the grain
On Eden's marital aid

So glad for the madness

So glad for the madness

I walked the walks naked to the moon
In Sodom and Babylon
And through rich whores and corridors
Of the Vatican
I led a sordid Borgia on

I read the Urilia text
So that mortals wormed
As livebait for the dead

And as I broke hope, I chocked
Another Pope with manna peel
Dictating to DeSade
In the dark entrails of the Bastille
And as He wrote, I smote
A royal blow to the heads of France
And in the sheen of guillotines
I saw others, fallen, dance

I was an incurable
Necromantic old fool
A phagadaena that crawled
Drooling over the past
A rabid wolf in a shawl
A razor's edge to the rule
That the stars overall
Were never destined to last

So glad for the madness

So glad for the madness

I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep
Turning sermons with the smell
Of Witchfinder fingers
Where bad memories lingered
Burning, as when Dante
Was freed to map Hell

I sired schemes and the means
To catch sight of the seams
And the vagaries inbetween...

And midst the lips and the curls
Of this cunt of a world
In glimpses I would see
A nymph with eyes for me

Eyes of fire that set all life aflame
Lights that surpassed art
In sight, that no intense device of pain
Could prise their secrets from my heart

I knew not Her name
Though her kiss was the same
Without a whisper of shame
As either Virtue of Sin's
And pressed to Her curve
I felt my destiny swere
From damnation reserved
To a permanent grin...

So glad for the madness

So glad for the madness
I bled on a pivotal stretch   Like a clockwork Christ   Bears sore stigmata, bored      And as I threw Job, I drove   Myself to a martyred wretch   To see if I drew pity   Or pretty litanies from the Lord      So the plot sickened   With the coming of days   Ill millennia thickened   With the claret I sprayed   And though they saw red   I left a dirty white stain   A splintered knot in the grain   On Eden's marital aid      So glad for the madness      So glad for the madness      I walked the walks naked to the moon   In Sodom and Babylon   And through rich whores and corridors   Of the Vatican   I led a sordid Borgia on      I read the Urilia text   So that mortals wormed   As livebait for the dead      And as I broke hope, I chocked   Another Pope with manna peel   Dictating to DeSade   In the dark entrails of the Bastille   And as He wrote, I smote   A royal blow to the heads of France   And in the sheen of guillotines   I saw others, fallen, dance      I was an incurable   Necromantic old fool   A phagadaena that crawled   Drooling over the past   A rabid wolf in a shawl   A razor's edge to the rule   That the stars overall   Were never destined to last      So glad for the madness      So glad for the madness      I furnaced dreams, a poet, foe of sleep   Turning sermons with the smell   Of Witchfinder fingers   Where bad memories lingered   Burning, as when Dante   Was freed to map Hell      I sired schemes and the means   To catch sight of the seams   And the vagaries inbetween...      And midst the lips and the curls   Of this cunt of a world   In glimpses I would see   A nymph with eyes for me      Eyes of fire that set all life aflame   Lights that surpassed art   In sight, that no intense device of pain   Could prise their secrets from my heart      I knew not Her name   Though her kiss was the same   Without a whisper of shame   As either Virtue of Sin's   And pressed to Her curve   I felt my destiny swere   From damnation reserved   To a permanent grin...      So glad for the madness      So glad for the madness