Tytuł: A black age of fire

• Wykonawca: Cradle Of Filth
• Wyświetleń: 324

Brief in its vicious eloquence
   Removing the dross
   Love will arise from the ashes of your loss
  
   Then and only then
   Will the pleasure of Eden be mine
   And the sinews of life itself will be tied
   In the very veins of my bloodline
  
   And their tears taste like wine...
  
   I will rule as a king
   And the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen
   In the glory of the earth our crowns are studded
   With the jewels of blasphemy
  
   The blood is the life!
  
   I seek to evoke a new order in Man
   A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
   The lion is vexed to uproot and descend
   Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
   Tempering weapons of criminal lust
   I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
   Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease
  
   The blood is the life!
  
   Even the moon will not lend thee her light
   The darkness serves will to snuff out human life
   That I might reclaim the world as my right
  
   I kill without scruple or silent regret
   In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
   For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
   Tiny red miracles falling like...rain
  
   The incessant pall of death surrounds me
   But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
   There will be no dread thereafter
   The mysteries I reveal unto thee
  
   I stir the hearts of the wisest
   By the fools I will always be feared
   My Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...
  
   A crescendo of passion bleeding...
   On the pale reflection of dawn
  
   Devour the Sun