Текст песни Cradle Of Filth - Presents From the Poison-Hearted

Damnation And A Day
Жанр: Sympho Black / Extreme Metal
Исполнитель: Cradle Of Filth
Альбом: Damnation And A Day
Длительность: 06:19
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Загрузил: Falkon

Текст:

Reigning at the feast of Phantasia Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow Before My coronation and vocal aspirations To rule this fool creation fallen ‘neath Me now I knew deep eyes Of a distant Christ Were scarred from afar under starry lustre Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice Perverting Virtue Enslaving grace Behind the glittering mask of pride Saving face finding thorns to pierce His side Desire, the fire Spread hell throughout my soul And higher the wire The more I sought control Straining from the leash in exultation Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs The global scent of fornication A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues I whispered schemes to dreamers then To pursue an Eden That screamed of me supreme again As my world bloomed So too the moon Through Adam to Seth,Enos,Cainan Mahalaleel and Jared blew Perverting virtue Enslaving grace Behind the slippery guise of lies Saving face making waves to drown their faith Messiahs, pariahs Aeons reversed the two Thus higher, their sprites The more cursed grew their roots And suffering… I swept cruel seas On the galley of the shadow of death A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon A kiss for the sun risen red once dined on The coast of Menses Discharged from celestial wombs A first degree murder of ravens Followed in fugue through the crack of doom The Goat of Mendes I set regime In the galley of the shadow of death Angels in raiments As pure as coal Taking their payments In tortured mortal souls A bold direction The abyss edge But on cold reflection One they warmed to nonetheless As they preyed the paths of the righteous Through the myth of thistled orchard floors Bearing gifts of plenitude, for The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core Temptation, My ambassador Attila, Herod, Pharisees and Nero All begged of Me for more Down dark steps of history I waged a war with a Heaven I could not see… Beyond My wildest fantasies Throwing sixes over deadly sin I traded those who played to win Skin for precious skin… And that that wormed within Staining the reams of revelation Etching ever-afters in accursed verse The limpid rags of resurrection From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed Desire, the flyers Spread Hell throughout their souls And higher the fire The more I held control
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