Lyrics Haunted Shores (Live) - Cradle of Filth

We shall grow anew
Amidst the carcass of the old fascistic world

In mourning the past I have left the past in total decay
Through hell's own flames I did grieve, I too was in your place
I looked at the cross to confirm the ruins of my name
The sight of a starfall made me the sorcerer and man
The mother of my kingdom, the mother of the man
The crucifix of my life

These are the shores where to my soul
Blood-drenched and unredeemed
Shall cease or less in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream

From the blackest caverns born, I had sprung to carry all
The wrath of ancient kings and the blood of the fallen
The ghost of the unknown lived me, I too were broken by him
In the black forest where I knew but my dark heart and my sword
The sanctuary of which it became the head to my throne
And now I lie at dusk and laugh from the rotting tree of thorns
From the rotting tree of thorns

I have feared the orgiast light
Dissevered from Camelot
How bittersweet my triumph seemed
Now autumnal leaves succumb to frost
The colour of their enemy
Languid and red like pastures grazed
Cast my soul to the silphid frost
Nereids and silven
When water turns, lay silent
Let the mystic burn
The Stygian dark of this cold heart
Is suffocated by the black fog
But I know it lies within and inside
And I'll pour the blackest tears of
Our souls entwined, like rain upon
The haunted shores of Avalon

The haunted shores of Avalon

Bury me in velvet dreams
Let I unduly wake
And sing for me, consol my thirst
Count the tears atop my face
Unleash the cliffs of starlit night
To overflow plague and plague
As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
The dead of my black heart

The dying of the dead will bring my blood to a full flow
The serpent will return, I know the clock waits in awe
The red blood shall flow through me, I will shed the reason
When my blood rises, I'll pour the blood of wretched men to rise
The more the death is on me, the more the curse is upon me
The night shall have its revenge on any man that blackens light

These are the shores where to my soul
Blood-drenched and unredeemed
Shall cease or less in secrets told
Through the whispers of a dream

I have awoken from the past
Left beneath the shadows over England's bitter scars
I prize wide the wounds of sorrow's wretched drink
Remember me as king when I cradled elder stars
Like lovers in my arms, death will pipe unto my breast
Venom calls his work and he's gone
Leave devil, I'm wasted
Thus I shall rule anew
Through sinews of a song
Played upon the gong
By the ghost of Avalon
And all in league will bow to me
In death they shall ascend
The wind will rip the waters down
The stars will sing in me
The principal two thousand and fourteen
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