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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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Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

"I proved it improved it Drove a sonnet Right through it "

Sounds more likely...

"Faustinas and Minas Lady libertine and her sisters between her"

"The Circle Of Hell is mine, when I arrive"

Most of it is wrong, and those are probably wrong too, but it sounds more accurate to me...

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

True. Meh, I didn't write it. I found it on some website. Most of it seems to be wrong indeed.

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

You can see the lyrics straight from the booklet here:

www.vampyrouss.co.uk/cofthorn.htm

Enjoy ;)

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

danis interview: "byronic man, bassed on lord byron, witt, and womanizer.

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

Changed the lyrics

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

"byronic man, bassed on lord byron, witt, and womanizer. "

Thats interesting considering that Byron was notoriously bisexual, to apply the anachronistic term...

They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know

This is almost a direct quote from Lady Caroline Lamb, who had an affair with Lord Byron and described him as "mad, bad and dangerous to know". I guess Caliban (which is the name of a character in Shakespeare's The Tempest) is a duel reference to both the literary of Lord Byron (he was a poet) and I guess possibly either the inhumanity and cruelty that he dispalyed in social and personl relations or perhaps his deformed leg...

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

Part of this song, interpreted by my friend, is referring to drowning...

'There's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are'

This exclamation refers to drowning as Venetain tar suggests the idea of a road surface in Venice. The roads in Venice are of course canals so the idea that drowning occurs is expressed here. Also the saying 'your life flashes before your eyes' is implied here. Ville Valo singing 'My world is falling, world is falling down' impies life flashing before the eyes.

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

I bet quiffporn got pissed when he found out ville valo was gonna be singing with dani filth

lol@that dude

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

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 fame 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 In excess and in canto

Grown wild this child 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 fallen star And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are

[Ville:] The patron saint of heartache You can't see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache Can't see the world is falling My world is falling down

[Dani and Ville:] Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron 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 Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so... On my grave

Cover art for The Byronic Man lyrics by Cradle of Filth

vince mcmahon,I also got pissed off when a friend told me that Cof were to make a collaboration with Ville Vallo!The guy is a pussy that wasn't,isn't and will never be able to sing!Anyway,despite Vallo,the song is quite good...

 
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