Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign
Proletariat enslaved In whoredom with Moloch London run amok is Sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog
This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray
Fantasmagoriana's on its way
This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination
How, the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow To the skeletal Squalor King Cholera
Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia
Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in gothic veneration
Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead insid
Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved Penny Bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicided spirit guides the circle is inviting
Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced, Lucifer entices near
Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia
Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in greatest expectations
Thin wings lay on the ground Bound for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning
Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication, hearts are not averse To circus freaks and black waxworks
Those that the grace of God denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs
Horror Victorianorum
Syphilitic, spiritualistic Rot is set to stay
Horror Victorianorum
Phantasmogenic, psychogenic Sotted minds are bled astray
(solo: Richard Shaw, Ashok)
Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills Spew offspring back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the Lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with Ressurectionists Body snatchers, child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls
Is an Empire fit for ghouls
Here the age grows more unholier Careered, with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia
Now the smoke stacks darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath, romanticised And dressed in cloaked ambition Aberration A mourning nation criesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
