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Tytuł: Hurt and virtue

  • Wykonawca: Cradle Of Filth
  • Wy¶wietleń: 285
Distant vistas
   Swathed in the haze
   Of the reddening sunset
   Fell to whispers
   Neath stars that marred
   descending skies
  
   From the cusp of midnight mountains
   Wending as a mist
   Rebels truced with Feriluce
   (In thruth, few could resist)
   Came praising his hellraising through
   The sparse and marble clime
   Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made
   Her fountains flood with wine
  
   Lifted with the gift
   Of their dark seductive songs
   She drifted from the path
   She was surely set apon
  
   Courting chaos
   Prized in the sight
   Of the covering angel
   Taught in ways of
   Smothering another lover
   Other than God
  
   Worshipped in each other's arms
   Like spider eidolons
   The moon conducted like a charm
   Those strange arrangements on
   And this is how they came to be
   Dragged before the throne
   Throught tongues that hung whilst theirs were run
   On soft white throats and punctured moans
  
   Though fated now than later
   By his tutor that had been
   He baited the Creator
   With the future he had seen
  
   Of Michael, psyched with jealousies
   A reich right by His side
   And worming Man about to be
   The apple of His eye
  
   His children lost to free will
   And the cost of beaten hearts
   Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue
   When Her kiss became a scar
  
   Seraph enemies
   Why has my lord forsaken my judgement
   Am I not free as He to indulge my darkest fantasies?
  
   From embittered lips
   These words were slavered
   Split with the whips
   Of their witch hunt gathered
  
   He sought Her gaze
   Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage...
   Blasphemer!
   Blasphemer!
  
   Though She was gone
   Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng
   But ghosted back where She belonged...
  
   A grace embracing Michael
   In a lace of tears that bleared Her pride
   He swallowed
   Blood followed
   Through with spit for all things divine
   Through with spit for all things so fucking blind
  
   His seal He tore
   And to the floor
   He threw this tie to Heaven
   Signifying holy war
  
   And watchful of this sign
   A thousand flames, unauthorised
   Left celestial posts
   To coalesce and, unified
   Return their fallen leader
   As he turned one final time
   And threw a glance
   Like a downward lance
   That stung like guilt in every mind