Tytuł: Summer dying fast

• Wykonawca: Cradle Of Filth
• Wyświetleń: 267

Through acrid clouds of summer flies
   The garden swells with a thousand more wise
   Forever flung to celestial dreams
   Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene
  
   I watch the storm approaching
   The darkness calls my name
   The trees are growing restless
   They feel the season change
   Their fruit has putrified
   Forbidden once and bound to die
   The thread of life lies severed
   On the brink of paradise
  
   Grinning winds of hate unfurled
   Dash towers tall that grip the sun
   Talons stretch her veil
   Reclamation, our time has come...
  
   Autumn spreads its golden wings
   And lays the path for those unseen
   A tangled web of evil spun at last...
   Winter spawn from barren thighs
   To readdress, to slay the blind
   And throw the reins untethered to the skies
  
   They pray to the full moon rising
   Diana moving with such infinite grace
   Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
   How many secrets can they read by your face?
  
   Will they know of majesty
   Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
   And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
   Will their "god" of bridled love
   Assuage our rule from planes above
   Or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
  
   WAR!
  
   Wrest askew the nails
   That have held you, lurking deep
   September prayers are waning
   Burn the shrines of fettered she
   Spearhead the insurrection
   Of a world that seeks no end
   "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."
  
   Appear; draped in terror
   To the comfort of your kin
   Stain the milky sunset red
   And let the other in...
  
   Summer's dying...