Lirik Lagu Twisted Nails Of Faith - Cradle Of Filth
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"Mirror, mirror on the wallShouldst not grave pleasures be my all?For if I shall see thy Will be doneGrant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"
Three moondials froze in the shadow of sixAs another soul passed to the grasping StyxClutching their trinket crucifixBats blew from eaves in a dissonant surgeOmens of corruption from within the churchA fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altarThe castle and its keepLike faerytale dominion roseA widow to the snow peaksWherein reclined the CountessLimbs purring from the killBathed in virgin white and like the nightAlive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolfThat broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?Of Her life as a mere reflection(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)That opened like dark eyelids onThe sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a Siren weaving songFrom the lilt of choirs chokingWhere the vengeful deadBelong...
To the Sorceress and Her charnel artsShe swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scarsTo unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despairShod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the Kiss of the mistThat peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?Lost souls begging resurrectionFrom Gods upon their forest plinthsWhose epitaphs read of re-ascending to winRemission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectumsOver signs and seals the sorceress prayedTo Death, to rend the slender veilThat Ancient Ones might rise again
As shadows swelledThe Countess fellTo masturbating with Her daggerAs the Witch gabbled spellsCumming heavy roses all the way to HellAs sudden thunder's grue harangueAnnounced two pincered worlds
Three moondials froze in the shadow of sixAs another soul passed to the grasping StyxClutching their trinket crucifixBats blew from eaves in a dissonant surgeOmens of corruption from within the churchA fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altarThe castle and its keepLike faerytale dominion roseA widow to the snow peaksWherein reclined the CountessLimbs purring from the killBathed in virgin white and like the nightAlive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolfThat broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?Of Her life as a mere reflection(As the moon's in narrow windows caught)That opened like dark eyelids onThe sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a Siren weaving songFrom the lilt of choirs chokingWhere the vengeful deadBelong...
To the Sorceress and Her charnel artsShe swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scarsTo unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despairShod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the Kiss of the mistThat peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?Lost souls begging resurrectionFrom Gods upon their forest plinthsWhose epitaphs read of re-ascending to winRemission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectumsOver signs and seals the sorceress prayedTo Death, to rend the slender veilThat Ancient Ones might rise again
As shadows swelledThe Countess fellTo masturbating with Her daggerAs the Witch gabbled spellsCumming heavy roses all the way to HellAs sudden thunder's grue harangueAnnounced two pincered worlds
