Digital Booklet - The Manticore and Other Horrors

I sIng desolatIonon the breath of centurIes

brIngIng annIhIlatIon slaughter courses through my enemIes

I was not always so coldonce upon a crIme In tImes of favour I had lIved a god amongst the bold

lIke a true poetIc savIour

but my people were dIssolved by the flames of rIghteous strangersmy name blackened ten thousandfold

death grew to know me…

as the abhorrent

strIcken from the lIghtas dIvIdIng curses poured

I was hIdIng In the thIckenIng mIre bIdIng for my war

I’m clImbIng up the years to get you from a dark abyssIc scheme

lovecraftIan, part-martIanto the beast I used to be

my laureates of gold are sold horns spear the reddened seaand by my transformed hand

be surethe heavens hear your fInal screams

tonIght thIs world Is burnIng to a fulsome serenade

arch nemesIs, I’m the genesIs of a ragIng plague about to break

blue eyes rolled headlong to black

when the darkness drew me to her caresses

I was not always so coldonce upon a crIme In tImes of old

I had lIved a god amongst the foldsof creepIng epIc faIlure

but my people were dIssolved by the flames of rIghteous strangers

my name blackened and deeds annulled they grew to know me…

as the abhorrent

I’m a cemetery and a garden rIpe wIth near-putrefIed lIfe

a phallus begInnIng to harden on the phIlosophy of a prurIent knIfe

I hear the dead begIn to cryHostis Humanis Generis

my favourIte leaden lullaby

on sacred eves I’ve asked for sacrIfIcemere moments of atonement

for your despIsea stern belIever

that the great deceIver Is your precIous god

whose preachers saw me demonIsed

now, the sun It setson your nascent best of days

tIme to rIse

gorgon, calIbos and caIntItans unrepentant lord lucIfer Insane

if i am tHe Devili sHall Honour my spiteful name

tonIght thIs world Is burnIng to a fulsome serenade

arch nemesIs, the rest of thIsdestructIve wIckedness Is on Its way

the unveIlIng of o(Instrumental)

the abhorrent

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welcome wIth a stench of mIsadventure lIbertInes and sIblIng thIngs a grIm

slIther forth through the gateway’s hIssIng denture

the moon, one up on the chateau battlements gIlds thIs torchlIt drIve to shangrI-la

thIs solstIce calls lIke the pIper to rodentIa

come joIn thIs hIve of masqueraders

thIs eve Is pure and pagan Its teeth are In the past

dark royaltIes of ancIent caste feast In splendour

for your vulgar delectatIondecreed

that hunger shall be sated by the dawn

In marble ballrooms of delIght

the erotIc and the wIcked dance alIkevIrgIn cunts aquIver at thIs foreplay for the spIteful

the cellars smelt abrImwIth cracked wIne and racked women are spIced for even marquIs appetItes

screams an aphrodIsIac

for the blackest ever nIghtfall

lords, heed the call

vast boudoIrs hereare mastered by the mInatory

walls plastered wIth the base relIefof baser glorIes

ma cherIe debaucherydeflower of my lIfe untIe theIr bonds

and push these fantasIes to ever greater storIes

for your vulgar delectatIon

InhIbIt nothIng, run free loose sore cauterIes before me

rIpped, prolIfIc scarsare tItbIts on whIch to feed

the heathen hour strIkes

wrong, the rItesbeasts ravage for your soul as lovely entrapment snaps

her fIngers, hell comes crawlIng

thIs eve Is pure and pagan Its teeth are In the past

let the cream of sInners learn at last

for your vulgar delectatIon


that hunger shall be sated by the dawn

dawn...burnIng, aghast

wIth the judgment that we spend upon the evIlwe feed eternal hungrIness

exceedIng vIle deeds that were freed In thIs cathedral


that horrors shall be waIted on the ones who crave sIn’s InnovatIons

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‘wrIte a story. any story. but let It have dragons…’

o gods of warIn the jungle corrIdor

I feel your haughty presence feastIng the mantIcore

she stalks the shadows, burnIng the smoke Is thIck and reeks of blood

her hunger an eternal yearnIng

tantrIc, necromantIca wank fantasy of faIth

she relIgIously feedsa feverous all man-eater

In the trees I see her eyes lIke slItherIng she of snakes

monstrous thIs chImera In her beautIful anger

screamIng from the pulpIt damnatIon’s oratory

she Is the whIsperIng poIsoned dartand the breath of armageddon all around

the embodIment of evIl In a body full of raptures

anthropophagous

mantIcora

press the sIlent vIolIn of frIsson over horrorIn my forced hand

sphInx wIll sIng her song and coloured In lullabIes death endorsed Invades our lands

gIgantIc, pyromantIca beast of naked flame

pantIng blackened masses from her opulent godhead

Ill-barbed are those tongues spread wIngs eclIpse her frame

and In her deep crevasseskundalInI vents unfed

In darknessher fastness threshed wIth fleshIng teeth

she comes to mastIcate you whole

she Is the bane of mothersgrand leveller of maa kalI’s mardI gras

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what man would damn the world to summon her?

be stIllpray sIlence lest she stoops to conquer

the perverse acId queen ten thousand pIllars In her heart

uphold a cracked palace of frozen kIllersand the mIrror In her soul

polIshed black for scryIng nIghtmaresbubbles wIth a lust

that yearns to burn agaIn

razor backed, she attacksempIre’s battle cat

a creature of the whIte devIl’s rule mythIcal and mystIcal provInces wIll recall

the swarm of refugees from her pall

mImIckIng vIctIms wIth a voIce of the choIcest deadpanned In paIn

awful claws hold rapport wIth the skIns of mankInd

she Is the whIsperIng poIsoned dartand the breath of armageddon all around

the embodIment of evIl In a valley full of raptors

a lIck of fIre on her lIpsas sIlent as a wIll o wIsp

she comes amongst you all, tIgressIveblazIng In her prIde

hellraIsIng horrors from the dark-sIde…

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facedown I sprawl In the forest’s cathedralwhere she lIes In thrall

to a slIppery coffIn

I fIrst saw her grIn In thIs graven laIrmy heart startIng to canter

snow whIte skIn and raven haIr lIps full red as a blood decanter

but hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mIrror

magIckal rItes turned wIth jealousy on a young reflectIon

back then sprIng’s breeze sweetened the nIght now the evenIngs are longIng

shadows delIght and frost on her pIllow

glItters by the moonlIght

months saw me lost to her elegant, decadent ways thIs past mIdnIght cInderella

wIth a smIle lIke the wInter sunon a mIsty day

and star-grazIng eyes raIsIng cappellas

but poIson stunted thereseven trees weavIng

arbour on nIghts spent In ecstasy

neath theIr woodland awnIng

she fell foul to wItchcraft’s desIgnsa weepIng wIllow

wIcked wIlled to sleepthere’s frost on her pIllow

at the cost of mournIng

now the lands fall grey, devIls revel and obeya cruel beauty drIfted from a dark novella

the queen of hearts tarred by the cards she’s swIft to play

In turrets over all, where angels smell her ways

our faIrytale Is over my love lIes dead

the kIngdom wrIthes In a bed of dementIa mIsadventure strIdes Instead

a sore, wIlde pIcture lIke dorIan graypressed agaInst the glass In paIn

one fInal graven kIss to saymy love i will avenGe

those fleetIng hours flowers bloomedbeneath the tree-entangled moonwhy dId you have to leave so soon

my IllumInary frIend?

but hatred hunted there In tyranny’s mIrror

justIfIed spIte turned armageddon

on a stunned reflectIon

back then hell’s freeze strangled the nIghtsummer Is comIng new flames IgnIte

and frost on her pIllowIs lost to mornIng lIght

frost on her pIllow

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bloated wIth dIseasea psychophantIc grease that clIngs

lIke a shroud thrown over mea coat of golden fleas

and by theIr gleam the shadows grow to be

thIs soul Is sIck wIth wIcked exploratIonmy vulgar habIts stItched the rabbIt hole

a welcome mat for InfestatIon

fettered from the get go

lIsten to me nowfor the road to glory goads you

thIstles on the path always cast by the one who knows you

from the dark

we are less than worms and vermIn

black clouds low and rollshIpwrecked In my psyche

by sIren fantasIesserpents

curl about my goalshIssIng through the mIrror

as they slIther over menow…

I pray you see the lIghtbefore huge onyx wIngs behInd despaIr arIse

they splay nIght skIes wIth desolatIon

and the devIl never lets go

fate caught me In flagrante delIcto

shame taught me hells self-obsessIve fresco

ruled by horrors

grue, no butterfly become cocooned In utter guIlt

the gutters sIlt has overrunmy rue transcendence

huge onyx wIngs behInd despaIr

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sheol buIlds golem and thIs offence to nature

Is huntIng Independence

the more I wallow In grIef the more fatalIst I fall to thIs engorgIng beast

the greatest traItor of them all

bloated wIth dIseasea psychophantIc grease that clIngs

lIke a shroud thrown over mea coat of golden fleas

and by theIr gleam the shadows grow to be

thIs soul Is sIck wIth wIcked exploratIonmy vulgar habIts stItched the rabbIt hole

a welcome mat for InfestatIon

lIsten to them laughfor the roads to glory goad you

thIstles on the path always cast by the one who knows you

from wIthIn the mIrror

here forms a knotted sorrowthe vIvId grasp of fadIng faces storm clouds plot to follow…

I wander despondent, a curse on the graveher haIr In my locket, a lock of nIghtshadeand there In my pocket, I nurse the charade

her rIng Is awaItIng her backI watch her from shadows, parIah by dayI sleep In dark belfrIes and cellars away

from the ungIvIng lIvIng, theIr neurotIc plaguehas turned her, as I to the black

faster beats tHe Drum of Dark arcanum

marIeI turned a deaf ear to heaven

when the evIl eye accompanIed me

you’ll see I am no further needed In the mIrror

by my pallId reflectIon

I thIrst so perversely, the worst Is thIs cravefor sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade

of dutIful vIctIms I beautIfully takewIth delIcIous malIcIous Intent

a gIft from a goddess who toyed wIth her game the prIce of my nIght’s InfIdelIty paId

at the altar of her never falterIng bladeof Infernal nocturnal descent

faster beats tHe Heart of Dark arcanum

so I walk the moonlIt quarters lIke a drIven beast of prey

a catalyst for madness, slaughter gIven the leash to play

I’m detrItus to my chosena ghost for all her daysthus Is cocytus frozen

from those loved and left betrayed

dream-dappled streams of sunshInedread fogs shall dIssIpate

as red skIes descend on graveyard floorswhere the dead exhIlarate

my Heart is Gone taken by a niGHtmare bourGeois creature

now you belonG to your sick womenaGerie…

n, n, no, noI’m not the reason for thIs bleedIng

n, n, no, nomy past Is fast leavIng me

aghast In purgatory

marIeI turned a deaf ear to heaven

when the evIl eye accompanIed me

you’ll see I am no longer greeted In the mIrror

by my pallId reflectIon

so I stalk the moonlIt quarters lIke a drIven beast of prey

a catalyst for madness, slaughtergIven the season

I taste the true natureof thIs secret castethIs devIl undonesoars free at last...

pallId reflectIon

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where nature’s russet beauty grew the roses of utopIa

the stench of vented corpses floats abroad these kIllIng fIelds wIll yIeld to new horIzons

so cyclopeanwIth the advent of our resurrected lords

sIdIng wIth the tItans

cast Into the ancIent dark of tartarusbelow the underworld

these ancIent bastards bore theIr agonIes or, locked In slumbrous nIghtmarestwIxt the spheres or neath the seas

they slept untIl the rIghtIng of the cosmos set them free

they slept untIl the blIghtIng of the nIght sky

let them loose on you and me

welcome thIs returntItanomachIan and vatIcan-hearsed

the mass enslavement of a passIve unIverseIn nary a day the earth was burnIng

levIathans and krakenscolossal horrors rIsIng forthfrom oceans spewIng tsunamIs

lIke heralds of malevolence dIspensIng holocaust

the grandIose ballet of death and ravaged flesh

the span of mankInd shut down In one massIve shattered fuckIng breath

a slIce of moon thrust a fatal glowon theIr cold relentless freedom

from core to crust and conquered pole to pole reconfIgurIng for a fecund second eden

I had glImpsed thIs hell before thIs twIsted fungoId boschIan garden of InsanIty

an Infested nevermorerIfe wIth delIghts to annIhIlate humanIty

gods fell upon us Insects wIth world-devourIng maws


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when nature’s empty bounty dIed, I dreamt thIs tragIc sIght

we precognItIoner’s just tuned the sIgnal to you all amplIfIed, the vIsIon frIed,

pulsIng magnetIc stars were rIght vast gates drew open

what slathered forth began the fall


our last mIstakes to whIch awake past masters, mad and cruel

shalt wItness the explIcItness of theIr rulebut I shall be rewarded

and take my place amIdst the blackfor what else Is there left to do save

usher these monsters back?

I welcome thIs return

I welcome thIs return mountaIns of perversIon, elder versIons and worse

the mass enslavement of a passIve unIverseIn nary a day temples were turnIng

on judgement day I’m sIdIng wIth the tItans...

succumb to thIs slIcker genesIs the serpentIne wIsh of a decadent stranger

thIs fIxed InsIstence from a twIsted out-of-mInd

he Is scum to hIs kIndslummIng wIth the cast of hIs vast ImagInarIum darkness come refIned

succumb to thIs wIcked nemesIs

the paralysIs of hIssIng ImmInent danger hIs kIss persIstent, lIps whIsper hIs desIgn

numb wIth blIss, lIcked of menacesthIs phIlIstIne Itch caught pIssIng In the manger

Is never dIstant from unresIstant sIdes

succumb to thIs

he wIll promIse the earth laughIng wIth the grasp

of all past denomInatIons a master of rebIrth

flee Demon flee i cast tHee out witH tHe power investeD

please leave me be my Heart is a biblical wreck

cease and just see I rule thIs wIde-eyed world unmolested

IncreasIng fantasIes wIth a wave of my hand

and hIgh tIdes of turnIng freed

from the dIzzyIng breeze of quarantanIa

beauty swoons In caresses of nature pleasures of the rooted flesh awaIt her

the taste of heaven for endeavourIng man to a greater measure of temptatIon’s folly

lo! the splendour of the throne the feastIng spread of best harvests

pIcked clean off the bone the shInIng kIngdoms

blent agaInst red sunset skIes and everywhere the scent of better wonders

set desIres to fIery rIse

toniGHt all tHe stars burninG briGHt are but a canopy for me

a cinDerella story, stellar jealousies are rifefor my prince HolDs a Divine riGHt

enliGHteneD witH tHe Glorious

blInd faIth falls for the fIrst seductIon InductIon Into halls of shame

wIth classIc joys and fresh allures lIfe leads fantastIc overtures

inDulGe, only tHe coy abjure thIs orgIastIc rIde

sIgh!hIs smIle’s just a laceratIon

wIth a fascInatIon for the massIng dark sIde

and he means war...

succumb to thIs wIcked nemesIsthe paralysIs of hIssIng ImmInent danger hIs kIss persIstent, lIps whIsper hIs desIgn

numb wIth blIss, lIcked of menacesthIs phIlIstIne Itch caught pIssIng In the manger

Is never dIstant from hIs soul-corrupted prIze

he wIll show mIracles buIldIng on the fast

IconoclastIc InnovatIons growIng empIrIcal

succumb to thIs

succumb to thIs

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burstIng wIth madness the moon shall derange the ether caresses my veIns cursIng the feverous reIgn

I taste the change

lIps curl, my grIp starts to harden maelstroms are loosed In the garden

angels wIll whIsper bane hIdden meanIngs In the teachIngs of paIntIme warps wIth theIr kIss bestowed agaIn

go go go tIdal vertIgoback Is an arrogant front truth Is a lIe, suIcIdal eyes

plummet from the summIt of thIs pIssed up...

nIghtmare

hellucInatIons, bare mountaIn nIght

walpurgIs Is thIrstIng for souls my coven Is sloven

for blood stIll muds the knolls

vIsIons soar phantasmagorIcalcollIdescopIc, whettIng the oracle

fast awake to make thIs dreamland obeyforsakIng others for the chasIng of prey

I take another draught, fates spIrIt me away

go go go wIcked vertIgoIntoxIcatIon Is a fur

worn about stItched arctIc shouldersIt sets thIs melancholy beast to purr

lost In blIss, the moorIng slIps

hyde Is hIgh and mIghtyIn veneratIon of hIs role

nIghtmares of an ether drInker

Dreams amass niGHtmares are risinG

Dreams amassunsympatHisinG

Dreams a massacre

I have left bereft the flesh sanctuary for the graIl of woe

now suddenly I see lIke Innocent breath through a perfumed harem

a gash of lIghtnIng tearIng ashen skIesbetray the scene

a deathless army, the greatest never been lurks frIghtenIngly sIlent

hangIng on the fatal call for carnage

come tHe awful sunDerinG tHe Devilment is tHunDerinG

fellow travellers tread careful hell awaIts dIethyl dreams

these lush pretence dImensIons wean

come tHe awful sunDerinG tHe Devilment is tHunDerinG

seekIng ways back to our world eldrItch curators scheme

horrors rush upon us as we flee

I plunge on a comet, vomIt the sea lunge uprIght to flames advancIng on me

dancIng lIke mardI gras dark company



Dreams a massacre

I am rIdIng hIgh tonIghtIn celebratIon of my role



Dreams a massacre

I wIll leave relIeved my flesh sanctuary for the graIl of woe

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as far as we can Discern, tHe sole purpose of existence is to kinDle a liGHt in tHe Darkness of beinG ‘ -carl junG

sometImes red curtaIns fall before the act has headed for the wIngs

as on that nIght dIsaster crawled out from the stalls...

suddenly the dark, the thIckest stygIan darkpressIng on all sIdes wIth vertIgo

runnIng from the quIckest In the sIckest abyss my spIrIt’s lIfted by an angel of woe

a dredged up dreadful pastdrags dIscordant thoughts my way unforgIven and drIven to despaIr

I sense the mordant wraIth azazel standIng there

now the vIsIon sImmersI spy a dIstant gleam racIng ever closer

through thIs persIstent dream

and by Its welcome glImmer wrIthIng Into sIght

the brutIsh gropIng nIghtmares that hIde besIde the lIght

then a roarand a voIce lIke a prIde of lIons

thunders from the mawIn a blackened mass the creatures flee

screamIng bloody murder asa shInIng gateway opens for me

death, the great adventure

at the perIl of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger

spared thIs awful realm where those who stalk the lIvIng haunt the murk

untethered pleasures keep them tIed to flawed humana

floatIng upward stIll, to where the tunnel mouth reveals two mantIcores that ward an ebon door

I muster lean resolve, as the lumInance dIssolvesand I am thrust headlong before theIr venomous jaws

I am In darkness agaInbut here accursedness Is vastly deeper

unforgIven and gIven to torment I am nothIng

grotesque, bereft of judgement

thIs abyss, a voId where strIpped of all but self one must wIsh to be destroyed

to pass on somewhere else

beyond thIs pIt of wIcked shoutsmadness and fallacIes

aeons I faIled to raIl my doubtsbefore fear left love savIng me

then a roarand a voIce lIke the clash of tItans

thunders from the mawIn a seethIng mass the horrors flee

screamIng bloody murder asa shrouded sky opens Immensely

lIsten!what eden shall arIse

abundant from the clIffs that stunt hell’s redundant crIes?

a vIew of breathtakIng beauty unveIls, as the sun dIsperses

perversItIes


for the glory of my soul I welcome death, the great avenger

the damaged man revIves wIth dawnIng truth, thIs mornIng suIts

the world I left abruptly In exaltatIon, I fInd myself alIve

near-death to steer a lIfe long-led corruptly

the sweet sIlver chord that keeps me moored I know that heaven sent her

from the cold to hold her face agaIn

I rose from death, the great adventure


sInfonIa(Instrumental)

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Manticore, also spelled Mantichora or Manticora, is a legendary animal having the head of a woman (often with horns), the bewinged body of a lion, and the poison-barbed tail of a dragon or scorpion. The earliest Greek report of the creature is probably a greatly distorted description of the Caspian tiger, a hypothesis that accords well with the presumed source of the Greek word, an Old Iranian compound meaning “man-eater”. Medieval writers used the Manticore as a symbol of the Devil and as a portent of extreme evil, and it was often cited as an allegory of the sin of Fraud, conceived as a bestial chimera with a beautiful woman's face. Later the Manticore became embroiled as being the true nature of the British Empire's occupation of the Indian Provinces, the lion rampant repainted as a cruel, sadistic monster.

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Cradle of Filth 2012 E. H ...Other Horrors 10

The Unveiling Of O The Abhorrent

For Your Vulgar DelectationIllicitus

ManticoreFrost On Her Pillow

Huge Onyx Wings Behind DespairPallid Reflection

Siding With The TitansSuccumb To This

Nightmares Of An Ether DrinkerDeath, The Great Adventure

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