paroles de chanson Darkness Incarnate - Cradle of Filth
'Something
thicker
than
despair
Rides
upon
the
midnight
air
The
smell
of
blood,
the
taste
of
prey
We
spy
you
hiding
Gilles
de
Rais
Under
august
swelter
After
banquet
and
soiree
When
spiced
wine
and
song
Have
further
heated
veins
To
the
ninth
degree
as
tenacula
Hold
another
body
in
their
sway
Gilles
retires
from
the
grasping
fires
That
will
ashen
the
remains
Darkness
incarnate
Demons
in
his
semen
That
once
clung
about
the
throats
Of
children
dragged
from
cellars
to
his
rooms
Now
permeate
the
castle
All
who
sleep
dream
of
the
goat
That
dark
eclectic
harbinger
of
doom
Nightingales
sang
of
tragedy
Whispers
were
made
of
blasphemy
Vain,
insane,
this
brute
aloof
Drew
tainted
veils
over
bitter
truth
The
stairs
ran
helterskelter
His
bedchamber
besieged
By
phantoms
who
sheltered
In
it's
furs,
remorse
They
sought
to
overwhelm
him
Like
a
lantern
of
disease
That
shone
on
rotten
faces
Of
those
murdered
out
in
force
Darkness
incarnate
Fleeing
ghosts
so
indisposed
To
his
satanic
love
Of
children
dragged
from
cellars
to
his
feast
He
rose,
a
carnal
wind
opposed
To
those
that
sat
above
Tearing
out
into
the
forest
like
a
beast
The
night
wind
sang
of
tragedy
Whispers
were
made
of
blasphemy
Vain,
insane,
this
brute
aloof
Drew
painted
sails
over
naked
truth
Madness
clouded
everything
Like
a
lycanthropic
shroud
And
through
it's
ghastly
lineaments
he
saw
The
trees
become
obscenities
Semen
drip
from
every
bough
As
if
he
rooted
nature
like
a
whore
Dryads
tongued
under
skirts
of
leaves
Surrendering
branches
that
slenderly
pleased
The
mocking
orifices
and
the
forest
on
her
knees
Then
once
besotted,
knotted
trunks
now
grew
Rotten,
venereal,
cancerous,
blue
The
clotting
of
his
heart
to
a
rank
cantankerous
tune
Death
is
only
a
matter
of
a
little
pain
Beneath
the
sallow
moonlight
In
a
wonderland
of
pain
Gilles
fled
back
through
the
castle
Terrified
and
drained
He
sought
his
deep
red
velvet
bed
And
the
sleep
it
preordained
Exhausted,
forced
into
the
dead
The
creep
of
nightmares
came
again
Sadness
clouded
everything
Like
a
lycanthropic
shroud
And
through
it's
ghastly
lineaments
he
saw
Hundreds
of
slain
children
Some
came
crawling
disemboweled
To
where
he
stretched
out
howling
on
all
fours
Corpses
tore
at
his
legs
and
knees
As
he
clawed
to
the
cross,
begging
reprieve
From
a
Lord
that
soared
above
the
awful
scene
He
sobbed
and
wept,
no
voice
was
left
To
scream,
the
dream
was
not
drubbed
yet
He
heard
the
horrors
hiss
beside
him,
'Herod,
you'll
regret'
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Who
hears
the
tears
of
nightfall?
Who
steers
the
spears
so
spiteful?
Oh
my
dearest
angels
Go
pray
to
God
for
me
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