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Silked like a ghost in infinite splendor The moon illumes like a madness vendor Lycanting hosts to a coarse surrender Frightening most lest they offend her reign Proleteriat enslaved In whoredom with moloch London run amok is sodom bathed In an eerie light and a sickening fog This city is a beautiful spider With a poison welling inside her That subdues and loots her prey A web to tarry souls compelling them to Duly stray Fantasmagoriana's on its way This mist, carousing off the Thames Its sallow tendrils bend The will of many men To morbid fascination How the full asylums howl With madness on the prowl And all the maidens bow SongtexteTo the skeletal Squalor King Cholera Here the age grows more unholier Careered with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken sloes The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath romanticized And dressed in gothic veneration Funereal this bride Wedded to the dead inside Blackest magic, whithechapel paved Penny bloods delight in The tragic splay of rifled graves And suicide spirit guides the circle is inviting Evil dances under many guises Pristine masks shadow terrible vices Sins enhanced lucifer entices near Here the age grows more unholier Careered with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stacks darken sloes The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath romanticized And dressed in greatest expectations Thin wings lay on the ground Buon for the pound Of the beckoning reckoning Infatuation with the mysterious Frights are writing better chapter and verse Intoxication hearts are not averse To virus freaks and black waxworks Those that the grace of god denied Become divertissement to curb The bitter taste from glittered lives Modernity perturbs Horror victorianorum Phantasmogenic psychogenic Sotted minds are bled away Behind the rind of imperialistic overall Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map Workhouses grist for satanic treadmills Spew offsprings back intact In fact far closer to collapse And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the lord Its hallowed tallow burning with discord Is born of midnight trysts with resurrectionists Baby snatcher child catchers The Necropolis built on top of this Is an Empire fit for ghouls Is an empire fir for ghouls Here the age grows more unholier Careered with fear Beneath the veil of melancholia Now the smoke stack darken skies The caress of death is on the rise Its choking breath romanticized And dressed in chocked abomination Aberration A mourning nation cries Aus Songtexte Mania