Lyrics Haunted Shores - Cradle of Filth
Herodias
and
I
have
led
a
phantom
cavalcade
Through
veiled
and
pagan
history
where
superstitions
reigned
And
Christendom
sought
to
pervert,
but
poets
of
my
name
Sang
of
penumbral
victories
that
sorcery
had
claimed
The
Graal
and
mighty
Caliburn
as
votive
offerings
To
an
England
rearisen
under
vast
magestic
wings
These
are
the
shores
whereto
my
soul
Blood
drenched
and
unredeemed
Shalt
seek
solace
in
secrets
told
Through
the
whispers
of
a
dream
From
the
woods
Pendragon-born,
I
rose
Arcturius
A
proud,
audacious
king
mantled
in
the
Vehemence
of
lust
Death
and
destiny
undaunted
me,
I
drew
a
throne
divided
In
awe
of
the
glorius
battles
won,
my
dark
Goddess
provided
Then
treachery,
a
wingless
beast,
came
crawling
to
my
court
And
now
i
lie
at
cursed
Camlann,
from
wounds
a
Traitor
wrought.
I
fear
the
Augean
light
Is
sweeping
through
Camelot
How
bittersweet
my
triumphs
seem,
Now
aumtumnal
leaves
succumb
to
frost
Morganna
art
thou
near
me?
Languid,
I
wend
my
path
to
grave
Cast
my
sword
to
the
sulphyd
grasp
Of
the
naiad
neath
the
silvered
lake
When
waters
stirred
lay
silent
Mistress
let
the
mists
descend
Thy
tears
cannot
thaw
Death′s
cold
heart
His
sombre
gaze
defies
legend
More
so
than
thine,
else
thy
dew-lidded
eyes
Art
for
the
Banshees
song
Or
our
souls
entwined
like
vein
upon
The
haunted
shores
of
Avalon
The
haunted
shores
of
Avalon
Bury
me
in
velvet
deam
Lest
I
unduly
wake
And
seek
to
reconcile
my
thirst
With
the
cowardly
tailors
of
my
fate
Unleash
mastiffs
of
snarling
night
To
overthrow,
plauge
and
burn
As
slumber
lures
me
'mongst
the
dead
To
scheme
of
my
return
Archaic
ghostly
echoes
breathe
like
thunders
of
the
Storm
A
tempest
fools
miscall
divine
as
they
crouch
await
Ing
dawn
Their
ignorance
has
forged
for
me
over
Centuries
a
sword
Burnished
to
flash
like
lightning
on
the
precipice
of
War
The
wolves
are
dead
in
Albion
whilst
the
Passive
flocks
roam
free
This
my
penetrant
spearhead
shalt
pierce
the
foul,
Trespassing
breeds.
I
have
awoken
from
the
past
Glenfully
with
the
shadows
over
England′s
bitter
skies
I
prize
mine
wounds
in
a
soil
sweated
drink
Remember
me
as
king
when
i
cradle
Hell
to
stars
Like
lovers
in
my
arms,
nestled
vipers
to
my
breast
Venom
forces
work
these
arts
of
Devil's
and
priestess
Thus
i
shall
rule
anew
through
sinews
of
a
song
Played
upon
the
storm
by
the
ghosts
of
Avalon
And
all
in
league
will
bow
to
me
From
death
they
shall
ascend
To
whisper
weals
of
war,
to
stir
the
dark
force
in
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