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Cradle Of Filth
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Darkness Incarnate
作词:Paul James Allender, Daniel Lloyd Davey, Charles Hedger, Mark Newby-robson, Dave Pybus, Mark Skaroupka
Something thicker than despair Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais
Under August swelter after banquet and soirée When spiced wine and song have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires that will ashen the remains
Darkness incarnate
Demons in his semen that once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle, all who sleep dream of the goat That dark, eclectic harbinger of doom
Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made for blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over naked truth
The stairs ran helter skelter, his bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered in it's furs, remorse They sought to overwhelm him like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces of those murdered out in force
Darkness incarnate
Fleeing ghosts so indisposed to his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, the carnal wind opposed to those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast
The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made for blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted sails over naked truth
Madness clouded everything like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities, semen drip from every bough As if he rooted nature like a whore
Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The mocking orifices and the forest on her knees
Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Rotten, venereal, cancerous blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune
Death is only a matter of a little pain
Beneath the sallow moonlight in a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back to the castle terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed and the sleep it preordained To exhausted, forced into the dead, the creep of nightmares came again
Sadness clouded everything like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children, some came crawling disemboweled To where he stretched out howling on all fours
Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene
He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him, Herod you'll regret
Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful? Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?
Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful? Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?
Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful? Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?
Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful? Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?
Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful? Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?
Oh, my dearest angels go pray to God for me
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