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Cradle Of Filth lyrics : "Doberman Pharaoh"

To and fro, through freeze and thaws
From zenith to nadir
The universal tug of war

Saw lines drawn in the sands appear
Divisions of a promised land
And Hell for those that dwelt

Beneath a Pharaoh's granite hand
Where death wed something else


Millennia swam passed
Since the covened Ark
Ran aground on Ararat...


But anew, tempered shadows grew
Out of Midian, strewing fear

Over verdant lawns, the resurgent storms
Led a desert son to sear


From the palace orchard I espied...
(Where swooning trees and moonless beams vied
For the painted eye of the royal bride

Whose gliding curves were deified)
...beyond Her grace where love would die
Wretched destiny arrive


Back and forth the prophet came
Riddled with a tongue of plagues

That would render might Egypt lame
If the rage of God stayed unassuaged...
I listened with a heavy heart

But unveiled to the threats
This Hebrew in a jackal's mask
Would dredge into effect


Thenceforth the Nile reddened
s if Set stretched His hand

To beset the damned

And bruised with flies

The skies grew leadened

But these miracles, feared

Were all but reared
By nature, whose law alone
Stood that revered


This hysteria passed, but still the mark
Of Yahveh burned on in the dark


One final time, on the steps to the shrine
Of Thoth, I twined with fate

"Let my people go"
"Still my word is no"
"Then Death shall be the deciding plague"


Since the crimes divine I left behind
I'd warred with every tribe that plied

In holy vestament, but with time
Bored sore of clawing what was mine
I laid my bones and made my throne

With a view to paradise

Thenceforth the heavens deafened

As if great beasts
Were unleashed to feast on man


And with carrion span
Michael was weaponed


To descend with scorn
A dark reform
Through Pi-Ramses

Skinning mine and Her firstborn

Thus suspiria passed each sacred mark

Of Yahveh, bleeding in the dark

With nauseous dawn, a cry, forlorn
Unified from plazas deep
The prophet's curse

Far worse had worked
To wrest the war in me from sleep

Drowned in light, a downward light
Bathed the snaking exodus

Through the wilderness
As the Aeons crept
Impressed with fresh bloodlust

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