I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through
Aah!
Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll
I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed their own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
Counting my years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
Horrorscopes my diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my house of cards
All turn up death, her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion parts
Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back
Possessed with levering hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut humanity slack
My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Who lets me pray, a Gilles de Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray
I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within
"my heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap
Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the queen of spades
She went out like the light in my mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been able to best separate the three?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through"
The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect my burning grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
Rainbows that my razors wrung
Midst her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite my spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where angels, bare
Are lost to love, blood loss, despair
I weep, they merely stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
Debris cast from the stars and mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through
Aah!
Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll
I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed their own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave
Counting my years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone
Dub me lord abortion, the living dead
The bone saw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
Horrorscopes my diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow my house of cards
All turn up death, her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion parts
Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back
Possessed with levering hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut humanity slack
My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty god
Who lets me pray, a Gilles de Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray
I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within
"my heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in my lap
Lips and skin like sin, a venus mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into
A grave coffin fit for the queen of spades
She went out like the light in my mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been able to best separate the three?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through"
The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect my burning grasp to reach
The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
Rainbows that my razors wrung
Midst her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite my spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where angels, bare
Are lost to love, blood loss, despair
I weep, they merely stare
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
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Ok, pretty much I think that his mother tried to burn him out of her womb, and failed so she attemted to stab him and ended up killing herself instead, although she survived.
Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath
"Living dead"-he should be dead, although he is not
and it sounds like he forces oral sex WHILE stabbing them to death "lump in the throat, on my come choke the killing joke worn thin with breath"
I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through
I may be COMPLETELY wrong with this, but I think his "bastard father" wouldn't ever let him see women, and every time he tried, his father would kill them, and so this "eased puberty" by knowing he couldn't have a woman and therefore didn't have to deal with them
Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...
Ok, to tell you all the truth, I don't have a damn clue what this means, except maybe that he has killed nine or ten people as of now.
I'm going to skip the verses that I don't know how to describe or don't know what the hell they might mean.
Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermillion parts...
"a twelve part psychodrama"-this may mean that he has raped and killed 12 victims so far. "another chained i mean to harm her inside as well as out" obviously means he has captured yet another victim and will rape and kill her as well. then it leads to describe forced oral sex and her bleeding to death blah blah
Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack
he is "possessed" with getting into Hell and leaving an impression, so he continues to kill humans, but maybe this also describes how he chooses his victims, possibly suggested he kills the "slackers" and lazy humans only?
My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray
ANON MEANS THIS:
a·non /əˈnɒn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[uh-non] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–adverb
1. in a short time; soon.
2. at another time.
3. Archaic. at once; immediately.
—Idiom
4. ever and anon, now and then; occasionally.
or
anon.
1. anonymous.
2. anonymously.
so he plans to kill again soon and anonymously
he is a sinner even though our "dirty God" must be as well since he just ignores this completely. also this "God" will let him prey, and it mentions Gilles de Rais, who was a precedent to a modern day serial killer, who lived in France and tortured, raped, and killed children
I slit guts and free the moistest feces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within
pretty much suggests he cuts up his victims, takes the vagina as a trophy and for later pleasures
alabaster may say that her limbs were pale and white, and it made the carnal area less appealing
"My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges of reason 'till I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."
perhaps saying his heart beats quick and hard when "in the act"
also says "when number thirteen fell in my lap" saying that he has just killed his 13th victim. seeing the dead body has stimulated his appetite. it also says he buries her in a large coffin and tries to forget her, although he remembers the blood trickled over her face. he remembers oral sex with her, and unable to control himself, unburies her and "kisses her viciously, maliciously, religiously" it also suggests that he eats her. "I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do" Dahmer being Jeffrey Dahmer, who raped, killed, and ate his victims.
he also screams "you fucking whore" right here
The suspect shadow where they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach
again suggesting his mother tried to burn him to death
The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred
he "seeks sweet meat" with no restraint over himself
Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
his razors show all the colors of the insides of a human body, which he compares to a rainbow for beauty
his newest victim screams and her lungs are punctured for he has already stabbed through them
it sounds to me like this one last victim was a girl he truly loved and for it he "bites his spiteful tongue" and even says he weeps while others merely stare
Alright I hope you enjoyed that long-ass comment.
First things first, Dani Filth is absolutely a lyrical genius, period. Second, this song is about so much more than just a serial rapist/murderer, even though on the surface it is easy to see why people think that. Now, that being said, when Dani was writing the album Midian, he drew inspiration from the movie Nightbreed, and the book that it was adapted from, Cabal. Now, once one has seen the movie, read the book, and listened to the album, the song’s themselves, even though as a stand-alone piece of artwork, tell a story start to finish, the other pieces of work help one to understand where they are coming from, and what he intended to convey when he wrote them.
its all good