Cradle of Filth - Babalon AD

I bled on a pivotal stretch Like a clockwork Christ Bears sore stigmata, bored And as I threw Job, I drove Myself to a martyred wretch To see if I drew pity Or pretty litanies from the Lord So the plot sickened With the coming of days Ill millennia thickened With the claret I sprayed And though they saw red I left a dirty white stain A splintered know in the grain On Eden’s marital aid So glad for the madness I walked the walls naked to the moon In Sodom and Babylon And through rich whores and corridors