Cradle Of Filth Lyrics
Cradle Of Filth Lyrics
"The Twisted Nails Of Faith Lyrics"
Shimmer Lyrics
(by Fuel) She calls me from the cold Just when I was low, feeling short of stable All that she intends And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label She says shes ashamed And can she take me for a while And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past But maybe I'm not able And I break at the bend Chorus: We're here and now, but will we ever be a
(by Fuel) She calls me from the cold Just when I was low, feeling short of stable All that she intends And all she keeps inside, isn't on the label She says shes ashamed And can she take me for a while And can I be a friend, we'll forget the past But maybe I'm not able And I break at the bend Chorus: We're here and now, but will we ever be a
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"
Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchan
I Don't Wanna Talk About Love Lyrics
(Nanci Griffith - James Hooker) I don't wanna talk about love Cuz I've heard it before ... And it talks too loud You can hear it in a disco midnight ... Shouting I don't wanna think about it Think about it It comes dressed in its summer clothes When you're traveling through the heart of the winter's cold I don't wanna talk about changes Chan
ted thoughts?(Nanci Griffith - James Hooker) I don't wanna talk about love Cuz I've heard it before ... And it talks too loud You can hear it in a disco midnight ... Shouting I don't wanna think about it Think about it It comes dressed in its summer clothes When you're traveling through the heart of the winter's cold I don't wanna talk about changes Chan
Of Her life as a mere reflection
(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a Siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
Belong...
To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts
She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars
'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the Kiss of the mist
That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost souls begging resurrection
From Gods upon their forest plinths
Whose epitaphs read of re-asce
Town Feeling Lyrics
Today, the town seems like a tomb; Everybody's locked up in his room; Making love, or taking love--who cares? If you take a walk out in the street, Chances are there's someone that you’ll meet. If it's someone you know You'll say hello, and good-bye. Today's the very first day of the Spring; A little girl's playing on her swing. She doesn't kn
nding to winToday, the town seems like a tomb; Everybody's locked up in his room; Making love, or taking love--who cares? If you take a walk out in the street, Chances are there's someone that you’ll meet. If it's someone you know You'll say hello, and good-bye. Today's the very first day of the Spring; A little girl's playing on her swing. She doesn't kn
Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
To Death, to rend the slender veil
That Ancient Ones might rise again
As shadows swelled
The Countess fell
To masturbating with Her dagger
As the Witch gabbled spells
Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell
As sudden thunder's grue harangue
Announced two pincered worlds
Exuding bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled graves
To these clandestines
Who shrank from glimpsing horror
That the growls of mating houls inclined...
Resplendent
In pendants
(Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
A demons, bewinged, bedight
In scu
It Doesn't Matter Lyrics
I am happy That I have you Even though you're not here now I know somewhere You are dreaming Though it's definitely not of me It doesn't matter If this all shatters Nothing lasts forever But I'm praying That we're staying Together I am warmed by Your friendship Even when you're far away And I'm happy In the knowledgem, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon Her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of christ
"If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"
As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore His prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain
And She would rot.
Alone
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith.
I am happy That I have you Even though you're not here now I know somewhere You are dreaming Though it's definitely not of me It doesn't matter If this all shatters Nothing lasts forever But I'm praying That we're staying Together I am warmed by Your friendship Even when you're far away And I'm happy In the knowledge
An arctic tongue upon Her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of christ
"If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"
As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore His prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain
And She would rot.
Alone
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith.