Cradle Of Filth - A Gothic Romance текст песни

Death, spirit me away

My anguished soul doth strain

On taut and twisted reins

Yet, insatiate I still remain

Like a proud, unfalled star

That dares thee from afar

To calm my thundrous heart

Else, rend its knots apart

So I may never sing

Of jewelled skies oer my strings

And love, a wanton thing

Can plunge on burnt, black wings

To hang amid the thorns

In scarlet, like velvet worn

About the clouded moon

Who wanes in solitude....

I am alone

Thirsting for the dark

That lurks beneath marbled stone

What black witchcraft

Shalt prise thee from thy dreams

And what perverse world-strategy

Will wend its way with thee from sleep?

rouse my disease

And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach

Thee wisdom of darkness

From earth and red sea

Lightbearing samael

Coalesce with me....

Twilight

Through pagan city gates

Bred shadows play like twining snake

By candlelight

Thanateros rites

Death seduced and chaos wakes....

Obsession grips, blindragon fever

In throes of scythed orgasm, eros dies

And saturn rapes faiths lovelorn diva

Upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice

Virtue births a demon

Pandoras box, unhinged, sets loose the night

Winged lilith born for want of eden

Fanning plumes of harlotry

Like pearls before the desert swine

The skies, they darken

And the oceans part

Storm forth indignant kraken

Reborn venus as thou art

Feasting at my banquet

Of saturnalia

I call thee having wrestled

The tides from lonely diana

for thee endymion

I forsake the cerements of this star-flung tomb

Be-with-us come

Unveil the ancient flame

Throw the cats our enemies

Desires menstrual strain

Eastern devil eyes

A cruel erotic plague

The shekhina is in exile

And the israelites enslaved to shame

Midnight

Jerusalem

A tenebrous phantasy

Revelates to men

Their celestial walls crumble

When walks the xul

Born to the scarlet whore in babylon

The centuries of wait have all but gone

Behold dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on

Now worship everything