All Saints Day, the taint of rain
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille's men
Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Little angles out to pasture once again
Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulfur
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
The superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their children
Gagged in sacks and dragged back to
Tiffauges
It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil
Spinning her lies
Tender eyes, never-ending danger
It grows
A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck
Prickles in wait
Thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup
And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the path where darkness dwells
That night is rife with celebration
The tower sings
Where so much foul illumination
Strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams
A beauty pageant for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams
Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum
Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulfur
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
In this castle of loup-garou
When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on
A parcel of victims now tied to
Tiffauges
Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic
Cherubim forced
Naked and blind
A holocaust mind designed their exit
A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats
Pissing on graves
Jesus save but the devil made him
Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum
Blood and mud and thunder all the same
To those who close their ranks to Gille's men
Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille
Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside
Little angles out to pasture once again
Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulfur
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
The superstitions grew
Wise to the wolves that surprised their children
Gagged in sacks and dragged back to
Tiffauges
It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger
Lifting her veil
Spinning her lies
Tender eyes, never-ending danger
It grows
A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck
Prickles in wait
Thanking her spies
Trickling thighs her only hiccup
And though she walks the forest trails
She's far from innocent or frail
She leads them down the path where darkness dwells
That night is rife with celebration
The tower sings
Where so much foul illumination
Strikes a lighthouse for the things
That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram
Mid sour dreams
A beauty pageant for the gathering damned
Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams
Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum
Torture garden rules of thumb apply
To sacred flesh and the naked eye
Golgothic this erotica
Stinking of honey and worse, sulfur
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom
In this castle of loup-garou
When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on
A parcel of victims now tied to
Tiffauges
Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic
Cherubim forced
Naked and blind
A holocaust mind designed their exit
A libertine so grim
Sometimes tore them limb from limb
Slitting their throats
Pissing on graves
Jesus save but the devil made him
Praeclarum
Custodem
Ovium
Lupum
Lyrics submitted by Toxic x3 Beauty, edited by AngelSwordAF
Honey And Sulphur Lyrics as written by Daniel Lloyd Davey Charles Hedger
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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I've heard this song (& this album) two or three times now & it sounds gorgeous but I can honestly say I can't make out more than a dozen words in the whole thing! If you're going to go for an "explicit lyrics" sticker it seems only fair to make the words audible. A lot of content in here, not sure how much sense it will make to the average listener. Most people will have heard of Gilles de Rais: Tiffauges is one of his castles, Sille & Briqueville are his cousins & Prelati a fake alchemist from Italy. The idea is that children are being abducted & killed; partly for black magic rituals, partly for fun. I think the woman is supposed to be a glammed-up version of La Meffraye, an old woman who was used to lure children because they'd be more likely to go with a woman. It's all very dark & Gothic, but a bit out-of-date now. In 1992 Gilles de Rais was retried & found not guilty! He's now reckoned to be the victim of one of the biggest miscarriages of justice in history, effectively murdered by judges who had divided up his estates between them before he was even convicted. So - no dead kiddies, no satanic rites. Sorry...