Lyrics:
Cradle Of Filth Coffin Fodder

As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin

Translation: Cradle Of Filth. Coffin Fodder.

bleed As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers piled their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin