Lyrics:

Walpurgis sauntered inSkies litten with five-pointed starsThe work of crafts surpassing sinAs She graced Her window ledge- An orphaned gypsy nymphThis issue of the forest's bedSkin flushed with sipped absinthe -Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peakTried once concealing HellA snow white line of divine freaksIn riot, where they fell...The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delightFor seven days and seven festival nightsWhat wicked wonders lie within the comfinesOf the panther's denShe watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongueThe restless spirit of Christmas to comeA Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumbThan gingerbread menSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was foundBorn in a burial gownUnloosed, the chain of Her god-given crossSeduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her reposeIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lostToo many decades misfit and mislaidIn innocence, a tender legend of preyParades Her second coming, now they're running afraidSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was foundBorn in a burial gownNow She moves with a predator's guileBeyond the firelit circle of lifeShe soothes your cold heart for a whileThen matches its beat, synching in with a knifeShe wrestles Her dreams with a delicate caseEspied by Her cross on the wallAnd should She awake, through embrace or mistakeShe would take JesusBless foot forward and all...Sibiliant and at lastThe circus crawled awayWith another lover in its armsDancing on Her grave...
Cradle Of Filth Born In A Burial Gown