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Текст песни Cradle of Filth - The Byronic Man

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Текст песни Cradle of Filth - The Byronic Man




As lonely as a poet on the walls of JerichoOr the moon without the comfort of the starsI am loathe to know it that a man without a soulIs nothing but a spilled canopic jar( )I proved itImproved itDrove a sonnetRight through itAnd in this state of blissEvil kissed with wet lipsPen-filled FingertipsWhich through meFor through meIlluminati usually pissedBut with words of some hurts worthI threw a party that extended God's listExciting new flames that my fame would claim for meReciting back the almanac of travestiesThey call me badMad Caliban with mannersDangerous to knowA passing fadTaught in all debauchIn excess and in cantoGrown wildThis childWhole harems defiledFaustina's and Mina's Lady Libertine and her sisters between herWhat spread of lies arise when lovers dieWhich circle of hell is mine when I arriveThey call me badMad Caliban with mannersDangerous to knowA passing fadTaught in all debauchCrow against the virgin snowGrown colder, my shoulderLike a boulder beside herAnd bolder, not wiserMy dark seed took up root inside herThat mouldered, where olderBeddings would hold a passionate sighBut Laudanum and sodaLord Numb codaMerited a forest of inherited spiteFleeing grief for foreign mapsI still played vampire aristocratUnloading my gun in hot, promiscous lapsThen shooting swans in a gondolaI tripped my foot on a fallen starAnd there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tarTo let you know just who you fucking are[Ville]The patron saint of heartacheI can't see my world is fallingThe world is falling downThe patron saint of heartache I Can't see my world is fallingThe world is falling down[Dani]Everafter can they hear my laughter[Ville]The patron saint of heartache[Dani]Never craft a better bed of disaster[Ville]The Patron saint of heartacheThey call me badMad Caliban with mannersDangerous to knowA passing fadTaught in all debauchIn excess and in cantoThey call me badMad Caliban with mannersDangerous to knowA passing fadWhereupon I tell themTo go fuck their mothersAs so....On my grave




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