Thornography (2006)

1 Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Lev
2 Dirge Inferno
3 Tonight In Flames
4 Libertina Grimm
5 Byronic Man (featuring Ville Valo)
6 I Am The Thorn
7Cemetery And Sundown
8 Lovesick For Mina
9 The Foetus Of A New Day Kicking
10 Rise Of The Pentagram
11 Under Huntress Moon
12 Temptation
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1.Under Pregnant Skies She Comes Alive Like Miss Leviathan [Instrumental]
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2. Dirge Inferno
"Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse
A tragic serenade
With Judas in my stride
The Gothic halls of shame
Where statues coldly hold no worse
Than the murders I reclaim
From a dark, forsaken time"
Kissing heaven, spent
He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge
Wishing to repent
For the brute that ravaged free
In slight hands beauty weeps
Conquest's deep methodical screwing
Hurt repeatedly
Like the world wound at his feet
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
The past at last has come
A savage bit without respite
Pervades the freezing air
This winter chill, grist for his mill
If tears of joy will blear elsewhere
And church bells drown in the cracks of doom
The storms above us hew
As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues
Deflowering two by two
Hissing, malcontent
He storms the skies on electric discharge
Pissing in contempt
On the effigies of the weak
Killing al resolve
The great beast simmers, his scarlet women
Spit their vitriol
On the terrified face of peace
Dirge Inferno
As it is written, damn it
So let it be wrung
From throats of those in overthrow
Our past at last has come
A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn
Have locked to hasten blood
The moon disrobes, to harden droves
Of legions pouring
These rivers press, his breath adorns
Senates and enemy seats
Whilst his power takes as ingratitude
The writhing of the weak
"Wormwood my name
The poisoned star that fell to earth
And blistered free of shame
In the pits of self-rebirth
Now those caves become a farret
Overseeing endless barracks
As the waters turn to claret
And the Vatican satins burn"
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3. Tonight In Flames
When contrary winds blow across the sands
Their murmurs can be easily swayed
But when storms quicken one cannot placate
The howling of their murderous rages
Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand
Beside our waiting graves
As war roars about out precious land
Seeking cause to subjugate
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
There is no fanaticism as virile as faith
To the blind his words are clear
"Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel!
Assure your place in paradise here"
Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand
Beside her tiny grave
I will avenge her, do or damned
Her sacred mother did the same
I went to see her dance one day
In a play by a wailing wall
Now she is gone
But the song lives on
Zealous and maniacal
The Eastern sword must fall
Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames
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4. Libertina Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of vaudeville
God was six days sober
On the night that she was born
To the glistening star of a bible class
An icon now in religious porn
She was Alice through the gloryhole
An ejaculate misconception
Disney-esque, the high priestess
Of greed and deepest dark deception
All best to bury whims
For Miss Libertina Grimm
She, that little red riding crop
Brer Werewold at her stocking tops
Beneath the tightened leather strop
Of the basque of the houndervilles
At the stroke of midnight come
She polished verse and hearses
In a poisonous pen dipped in omen
To her surgeon full of general curses
In the hand of morgue redeemers
Though the dead always pleased her more
Squatting in their coffins
Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor
Tip your hats
For sweet Libertina Grimm
Fantasy and candy stores
Snow white and the seven straws
Smoke and mirrors on all fours...
Libertina Grimm
Her brothers grim, her sisters through
The final dance will be the cue
She amputates to fit the shoe
Libertina Grimm
Libertina Grimm
Mystery kindled in a blackened room
Nine candles lit to improve the gloom
She sees the dark as she feels womb
Full of hidden secrets
They haunt her heart, those precious few
Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues
Those tortured souls just like me and you
Full of hidden secrets
No, don't go
Don't you leave me
So alone
Libertina
No, don't you go
Don't you leave me here
So alone
Where the dead are free to roam
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5. The Byronic Man
As lonely as a poet on the wall of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a split canopic jar
I proved it, improved it
Drove a sonnet right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled fingertips
Which drew me, for through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God's list
Exciting new flames that my face would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manner
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch I excess and in canto
Grown wild this childe
Whole harems defiled
Faustina's and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies arise when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive?
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
Crow against the virgin snow
Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside he
That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps
Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a falled star
And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you fucking are
The patron saint of heartache
Ever after, can they hear my laughter?
The patrons saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster...
The patron saint of heartache
They call me bad
Made Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerious to know
A passing fad
Whereupron I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so...
On my grave
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6. I Am The Thorn
The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the font
The nail in the coffin of the profane
I am the lot
Maniacal the fire
That weaves inside my should
When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll
Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars
My blood runs with the beasts
Though no crescent, cross
Or wandering star
Shalt witness my defeat
Born of jackal in the Vatican
To a loathsome flock I have crept behind the drapes
And a wizard there is not
Just a white flag blackened by
Singing weapons that have led
A faith that soon dominions over
Desert kingdoms of the dead
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
Tangled are the thickets
That spare the virgin heart
From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark
Mountaineers that strive so far
For a Heaven grown from reach
That love herself is fabled
To be missing from their peaks
Save in one sole tower
Where the presence of a rod
Stays the sleeping beauty
From the prying fingers of the mob
I smell the fleur du malcontent
The hellish stench
Of Judas in the dozens
Bouquets for greed and twisted law
Handmaidens of a holy war
Bring on a thousand roses more
I am the thorn
I am the thorn
I am the Spear of Longinus
The sword of Damocles
Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus
The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth
Saint Disgustus, President Evil
Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people
Light of the world now flicker and die
Impaled in the race, in the paling face
Where forked tongues pricked the skies
Choking on these words as I slither to their ear
A lightning strikes their blinded mains
I am not the hand of god...
I am the thorn
Territorial thieves
Ever stealing thunder for religious causes
I will bring you all down to your knees
And fuck you over