Beyond Eleventh Hour lyrics

"All mirrors lead to my palace

My exotic pleasure temple

Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable

Pure and obscene

For where pumps the true heart of life

There too seeps corruption

And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black

henbane, sphinxes,

opium and roses weaned on tears and blood

Will rise up like lust

And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend

Himself across the face of the world...

...And Hell will come with Him"

Part of the garden, her dark Eden

Fed blood by poisoned fronds

My heart hardened in her wet season

Treading mud in her slough of despond

But only now

A path lies straight before me

The maze is ploughed half through with hate

Andpher crop is dripping red

Beyond eleventh hour

Her beauty and brute power

Grows stronger by the day

And with each rose that she deflowers

The longer her throes of madness stay

In her grip on shredded sheets

Once our fingertips had dug and clutched

She whispered dreadful things to me

She wanted war with God

The underdog baring sharpened teeth

With her armies raised from suffering

To ascend on jet black wings

She'd break off holy limbs

On the racks of her witch hunt

And crush the church beneath her heel

The Pope in homage to her cunt

A dark horse forcing nightmares

To wring submissives dry

A vampire madam batterfang

With vicious streaks a mile wide

Beyond eleventh hour

Her kiss has turned dismissive

Her glance holds slight contempt

Instead those eyes burn on the prize

Of fates she really likes to tempt

In her grip on shredded sheets

Gasping from conquered peaks of passion

She whispered dreadful things to me

She wanted war with God

The underdog baring sharpened teeth

With her armies raised from suffering

To ascend on jet black wings

She'd tear down mighty spires

Then rear them up anew

Orders forged to her desires

The eleventh hour nearly through

Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists

That cause all souls to stray

How to resist those seductive gifts

On the shore of her unholy ways?

She calls my name so softly

From deep banks of scented fog

I almost lose myself before it starts

But my spirit keeps its silence

As I drift across the lake

A glimpse of harem secrets

Now her velvet curtain parts

She is glaring like the moon

The wind dies down. eavesdropping

As I bow before her throne

And she descends to greet me

Like the royal bitch to which shes grown

"Come closer, what have you to say?

Black cat got your tongue?

"I am not your slave

Nor are you my saviour"

"But Isaac, I'm the only one..."

I hold those cold deceiving eyes

Her once hypnotic gaze

And pledge eternal love. then walk away

Thunder seethes behind me

Death adjusts her favourite mask

Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness

Clasped in the garden, here you heard

This story blustered through

I asked her pardon, swore my word

I'd score her sweetmeats just like you

For only now

The truth lies prone before me

I couldn't leave her even if she stormed

The heavens as were promised

Beyond eleventh hour

Lilith, the abyss. the slithering mists

Will come for you this eve

Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst

Before those fatal kisses bleed

Beyond eleventh hour

She will make of you a plaything

Scant amusement for her bed

And when naked flesh forgets to sing

She'll take your fucking soul instead

Midnight strikes, the candles sputter

Muttering their reeking spells

I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter

These words I speak are gates to Hell

• Artist:Cradle of Filth
• Album:Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa