Lyrics A Crescendo of Passion Bleeding - Cradle of Filth
Spells
lay
daggers
before
me
Passion
speaks
in
grue
vehement
stabs
Trance
my
eyes,
fix
my
focus
to
pain
The
tumour
grows
until
the
enemy
is
slain
(Gut
the
church)
Slightless
storm
Knee-deep
in
hate
i
seeth
My
purpose
here
has
woken
to
breath
Total
war
on
the
brethren
of
men
Millions
regardless
Dying
by
my
hand
A
black
age
of
fire
Brief
in
its
vicious
eloquence
Removing
the
dross
Love
will
arise
from
the
ashes
of
your
loss
Then
and
only
then
Will
the
pleasure
of
eden
be
mine
And
the
sinews
of
life
itself
will
be
tied
In
the
very
veins
of
my
bloodline
And
their
tears
taste
like
wine...
I
will
rule
as
a
king
And
the
goddess
will
sit
as
my
guiding
queen
In
the
glory
of
the
earth
our
crowns
are
studded
With
the
jewels
of
blasphemy
The
blood
is
the
life!
I
seek
to
evoke
a
new
order
in
man
A
flood
of
compulsion
to
resurrect
khem
The
lion
is
vexed
to
uproot
and
descend
Chaos
my
steed
in
the
thick,
clinging
dust
Tempering
weapons
of
criminal
lust
I
hold
sway
from
the
east
to
fulfill
prophecies
Thinning
the
cause
as
fresh
cells
to
disease
The
blood
is
the
life!
Even
the
moon
will
not
lend
thee
her
light
The
darkness
serves
will
to
snuff
out
human
life
That
i
might
reclaim
the
world
as
my
right
I
kill
without
scruple
or
silent
regret
In
haunts
of
the
sinister
lunar
aspect
For
i
am
the
pleasure
that
comes
from
your
pain
Tiny
red
miracles
falling
like...
rain
The
incessant
pall
of
death
surrounds
me
But
this
is
not
the
part
of
me
that
wishes
to
breed
There
will
be
no
dread
thereafter
The
mysteries
i
reveal
unto
thee
I
stir
the
hearts
of
the
wisest
By
the
fools
i
will
always
be
feared
My
kingdom
feeds
off
their
slaughter...
A
crescendo
of
passion
bleeding...
On
the
pale
reflection
of
dawn
Devour
the
sun
"The
great
man
of
his
time
Is
he
who
expresses
The
will
of
his
time;
Who
tells
his
time
what
it
wills;
And
who
carries
it
out"
[Hegel]
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