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cradle of filth'in 2000 yılında çıkardığı midian albümünden bir şarkı:



the moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait

soft winds whisper the bidding of trees

as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart

and the midnightmare trampling of dreams

but no, no tears please

fear and pain may accompany death

but it is desire that shepherds it's certainty

as we shall see...



she was divinity's creature

that kissed in cold mirrors

a queen of snow

far beyond compare

lips attuned to symmetry

sought her everywhere

dark liqoured eyes

an arabian nightmare...



she shone on watercolours

of my pondlife as pearl

until those who couldn't have her

cut her free of this world



that fateful eve when...

the trees stank of sunset and camphor

their lanterns chased phantoms and threw

an imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast

on my love picking rue by the light of the moon



putting reason to flight

or to death as their way

they crept through woods mesmerized

by the taffeta ley

of her hips that held sway

over all they surveyed

save a mist on the rise



her ghost in the fog



they raped left...



...her ghost in the fog



dawn discovered her there

beneath the cedar's stare

silk dress torn, her raven hair

flown to gown her beauty bared

was starred with frost, i knew her lost

i wept 'til tears crept back to prayer



she'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood

never to part

lest jealous heaven stole our hearts



then this i screamed:

come back to me

i was born in love with thee

so why should fate stand inbetween?



and as i drowned her gentle curves

with dreams unsaid and final words

i espied a gleam trodden to earth

the church bell tower key...



the village mourned her by the by

for she'd been a witch

their men had longed to try

and i broke under christ seeking guilty signs

my tortured soul on ice



a queen of snow

far beyond compare

lips attuned to symmetry

sought her everywhere

trappistine eyes

an arabian nightmare...



she was ersulie possessed

of a milky white skin

my porcelain yin

a graceful angel of sin



and so for her...

the breeze stank of sunset and camphor

my lantern chased her phantom and blew

their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain

best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...



putting reason to flight

or to flame unashamed

i swept form cries

mesmerized

by the taffeta ley

or her hips that held sway

over all those at bay

save a mist on the rise

a final blessing to hide

her ghost in the fog



and i embraced

where lovers rot...

her ghost in the fog



her ghost in the fog

cradle of filth'in cruelty and the beast havasını yakalayabildiği ender şarkılarından.

ne zaman dinlesem aklıma corpse bride yi getiren şarkı

cradle of filth'in öpülesi parçası



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