paroles de chanson Beyond Eleventh Hour - Cradle of Filth
"All
mirrors
lead
to
my
palace
My
exotic
pleasure
temple
Wherein
my
court
is
both
gracious
and
insatiable
Pure
and
obscene
For
where
pumps
the
true
heart
of
life
There
too
seeps
corruption
And
from
this
my
new
Eden
of
nightshades
Black
henbane,
sphinxes
Opium
and
roses
weaned
on
tears
and
blood
Will
rise
up
like
lust
And
the
shadow
of
my
dark
consort
shalt
extend
Himself
across
the
face
of
the
world...
...And
Hell
will
come
with
Him"
Part
of
the
garden,
her
dark
Eden
Fed
blood
by
poisoned
fronds
My
heart
hardened
in
her
wet
season
Treading
mud
in
her
slough
of
despond
But
only
now
A
path
lies
straight
before
me
The
maze
is
ploughed
half
through
with
hate
And
her
crop
is
dripping
red
Beyond
eleventh
hour
Her
beauty
and
brute
power
Grows
stronger
by
the
day
And
with
each
rose
that
she
deflowers
The
longer
her
throes
of
madness
stay
In
her
grip
on
shredded
sheets
Once
our
fingertips
had
dug
and
clutched
She
whispered
dreadful
things
to
me
She
wanted
war
with
God
The
underdog
baring
sharpened
teeth
With
her
armies
raised
from
suffering
To
ascend
on
jet
black
wings
She'd
break
off
holy
limbs
On
the
racks
of
her
witch
hunt
And
crush
the
church
beneath
her
heel
The
Pope
in
homage
to
her
cunt
A
dark
horse
forcing
nightmares
To
wring
submissives
dry
A
vampire
madam
batterfang
With
vicious
streaks
a
mile
wide
Beyond
eleventh
hour
Her
kiss
has
turned
dismissive
Her
glance
holds
slight
contempt
Instead
those
eyes
burn
on
the
prize
Of
fates
she
really
likes
to
tempt
In
her
grip
on
shredded
sheets
Gasping
from
conquered
peaks
of
passion
She
whispered
dreadful
things
to
me
She
wanted
war
with
God
The
underdog
baring
sharpened
teeth
With
her
armies
raised
from
suffering
To
ascend
on
jet
black
wings
She'd
tear
down
mighty
spires
Then
rear
them
up
anew
Orders
forged
to
her
desires
The
eleventh
hour
nearly
through
Lilith,
the
abyss,
the
slithering
mists
That
cause
all
souls
to
stray
How
to
resist
those
seductive
gifts
On
the
shore
of
her
unholy
ways?
She
calls
my
name
so
softly
From
deep
banks
of
scented
fog
I
almost
lose
myself
before
it
starts
But
my
spirit
keeps
its
silence
As
I
drift
across
the
lake
A
glimpse
of
harem
secrets
Now
her
velvet
curtain
parts
She
is
glaring
like
the
moon
The
wind
dies
down.
eavesdropping
As
I
bow
before
her
throne
And
she
descends
to
greet
me
Like
the
royal
bitch
to
which
she's
grown
"Come
closer,
what
have
you
to
say?
Black
cat
got
your
tongue?
"I
am
not
your
slave
Nor
are
you
my
saviour"
"But
Isaac,
I'm
the
only
one..."
I
hold
those
cold
deceiving
eyes
Her
once
hypnotic
gaze
And
pledge
eternal
love.
then
walk
away
Thunder
seethes
behind
me
Death
adjusts
her
favourite
mask
Another
lover
smothered
by
her
sanguinary
darkness
Clasped
in
the
garden,
here
you
heard
This
story
blustered
through
I
asked
her
pardon,
swore
my
word
I'd
score
her
sweetmeats
just
like
you
For
only
now
The
truth
lies
prone
before
me
I
couldn't
leave
her
even
if
she
stormed
The
heavens
as
were
promised
Beyond
eleventh
hour
Lilith,
the
abyss.
the
slithering
mists
Will
come
for
you
this
eve
Lustrous
the
cusp
of
her
lingering
tryst
Before
those
fatal
kisses
bleed
Beyond
eleventh
hour
She
will
make
of
you
a
plaything
Scant
amusement
for
her
bed
And
when
naked
flesh
forgets
to
sing
She'll
take
your
fucking
soul
instead
Midnight
strikes,
the
candles
sputter
Muttering
their
reeking
spells
I
snuff
their
tongues,
my
heart
a-flutter
These
words
I
speak
are
gates
to
Hell
(Hell,
Hell)
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