The Seductiveness Of Decay

Silked like a ghost in infinite splendour

The moon illumes like a madness vendor

Lycaning hosts to a coarse surrender

Frightening most lest they offend her reign

Proletariat 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

To the skeletal

Squalor King Cholera

Here the age grows more unholier

Careered, with fear

Beneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skies

The caress of death is on the rise

Its choking breath, romanticised

And dressed in gothic veneration

Funereal this bride

Wedded to the dead insid

Blackest magick, Whitechapel paved

Penny Bloods delight in

The tragic splay of rifled graves

And suicided 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 skies

The caress of death is on the rise

Its choking breath, romanticised

And dressed in greatest expectations

Thin wings lay on the ground

Bound for the pound

Of the beckoning reckoning

Infatuation with the mysterious

Frights are writing better chapter and verse

Intoxication, hearts are not averse

To circus 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

Syphilitic, spiritualistic

Rot is set to stay

Horror Victorianorum

Phantasmogenic, psychogenic

Sotted minds are bled astray

Behind the grind of Imperialistic overkill

Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map

Workhouses, grist for Satanic treadmills

Spew offspring 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 Ressurectionists

Body snatchers, child catchers

The Necropolis built on top of this

Is an Empire fit for ghouls

Is an Empire fit for ghouls

Here the age grows more unholier

Careered, with fear

Beneath the veil of melancholia

Now the smoke stacks darken skies

The caress of death is on the rise

Its choking breath, romanticised

And dressed in cloaked ambition

Aberration

A mourning nation cries