Cradle Of Filth - Tragic Kingdom Lyrics

Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of hell grew strong
Like a curse upon this tragic kingdom

Dusk descended like a final curtain
On this stage only death was certain
Singing through the turrets
Like a velvet serenade played near a grave

Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
Applauded then accorded them
Portents of doom, almost too soon

They pissed upon the winds that rocked the cradles
Laughing over hovels, groveling to wolves
They kissed and sinned under overstocked tables
As the world outside grew sodden and mauled

Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of hell grew strong
Like a curse upon this tragic kingdom

Gilles sat sipping absinthe from a goblet made of bone
As lightning ripped and danced upon the flagstones
Wayward fantasies marched on home

Now the treetops bowed to whisper in a thin Disney veneer
They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
Were those of children disappeared

They'd listened to the winds heard the murdered Abel
Rechristened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins grew beyond a fable
They now roared abroad restless with debauch

Restless with debauch, restless with debauch
This tragic kingdom would see God's angels walk

Satanic, enigmatic, his black magic was ecstatic
Megalomanic in titanic displays
Dressed in the best wicked britches of the west
He cut a mourning figure in a glorious swathe

But all his nightmares would come true
Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure

Here sat Babylon fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
Where the decadent tastes of hell grew strong
Like a curse upon this tragic kingdom
Like a curse upon this tragic kingdom

The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
About this place laced with demon seed

Blanchett a priest, his book of lies
Exonerated him from Gille's crimes
Announced his fears, one night of sighs
A night for cursing nursery rhymes
In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows

The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom

Gille's frightening wealth, his tightening grip
On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
Steered to near ruin in successive years
The most of excess and the best of it here
In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows

• Anonymous

  Here are the real lyrics, as I don't know how to edit this page. Writing it straight from the booklet. I'm also doing the same for the rest of the album.
  
  Here sat Babylon
  Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
  Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
  Like a curse upon
  This tragic kingdom
  
  Dust descended like a final curtain
  On this stage only death was certain
  Singing through the turrets
  Like a velvet serenade
  
  Played near a grave
  
  Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
  Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
  Applauded, then accorded them
  Portents of doom
  
  Almost too soon...
  
  They pissed upon the winds
  That rocked the cradles
  Laughing over hovels grovelling to wolves
  
  They kissed and sinned
  Under overstocked tables
  As the word ouside grew sodden and mauled
  
  Gilled sat sipping absinthe
  From a gobelet made of bone
  As lightning ripped and danced upon
  The flagstones
  Wayward fantasies marched on home
  
  Now the treetops bowed to whisper
  In a thin Disney veneer
  They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
  Were those of children, disappeared
  
  They'd listen to the winds
  Heard the murdered Abel
  Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
  
  Where the list of sins
  Grew beyond a fable
  They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
  
  Restless with debauch
  This tragic kingdom
  Would see God's angels walk...
  
  Satanic, enigmatic
  His black magic was ecstatic
  Megalomanic in titanic displays
  Dressed in the best
  Wicked britches of the West
  He cut a mourning figure in a glorious swathe
  
  But all his nightmares would come true
  Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
  
  Here sat Babylon
  Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
  Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
  Like a curse upon
  This tragic kingdom
  
  Like a curse upon
  This tragic kingdom
  
  The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
  Averting her face from congenital deeds
  
  Thus eves grew murkey, haunted, grieved
  About this place laced with demon seed
  
  Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
  Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
  Announced his fears, one night of sighs
  A night for cursing nursery rhymes
  In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
  
  (The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom)
  
  Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
  On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
  Steered to near ruin in successive years
  Of the most of excess and the best of it here
  In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows

• Rue Nymphetamine

  These are not the lyrics. No doubt.
  
  xDd