Lyrics Desire in Violent Overture (Live) - Cradle of Filth

I sat silent under the moon
To sing the song of carnal reasons
I had forced the dreaming into my soul
Of carnal overture
Lover brood crushed to crimson dough
Skin licked the dog's tail scream
Positive purging
Dead monsters of mood and an instant yearning
Had frozen the whitest gemstone
I was among the friends that had taken to the
Frightening carnal intermezzo
How weak the pure
Desire in violent overture
Desire
I was among the wicked of lust and murder
That cast the queen of the air
I took her hand and near to her mouth
Sewed a wedding vow of carnal overture
Burning like a brand on the countenance of God
A yearning took her hand to its seraphim bone
Secret hissing chat with God, the wish of her ill will
Was being forced to look at bliss
I felt the scum of overture
How weak the pure
Desire in violent overture
Desire in violent overture
In a crimson white cellar of crushed roses
Pulled purged and broken dawns
Had soared this shattered theater of soul
The echoed cries of lives she stole
Killing time she struck the hours dead in her control
Thus menopause the clock of actual cum began to fall
Thirteen times of the ancient strain
I conjured thorns with dirge
That filled the void of timbered hate
To fill my sexual urge
My dead voices rocked in the sun
All contented for a carnal overture
Velvet dead voices crooked to a midsummer
Beat magic and her beast
Had pricked the sky of time for pleasure
Desire in violent overture
Desire
Her bloodshot wind sang to her dreams
And her misdeeds were bleached
Would once again conduct the pleas
Of those she loved to agony
As if it were the first time every night
Then she carved her sin in a place of heart