paroles de chanson The Haunted Shores Of Avalon - Cradle of Filth
Herodias
and
I
have
led
a
phantom
cavalcade
Through
veiled
romantic
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
prophetic
wings
These
are
the
shores
where
to
my
soul
Blood-drenched
and
unredeemed
Shalt
seek
solace
in
secrets
told
And
tranquil
as
a
dream
From
the
woods
Pendragon-born,
I
rose
Arcturius
A
proud
and
mighty
king
robed
in
the
chivalry
of
lust
Death
and
fate
undaunted
me,
I
drew
a
throne
divided
Glorious
the
battles
won
Black
Adraste
provided
Then
treachery,
a
wingless
beast,
came
crawling
to
my
court
And
now
I
lie
at
cursed
Camlann,
from
wounds
a
traitor
wrought
From
wounds
a
traitor
wrought...
I
fear
the
Augean
light
is
gutting
Camelot
How
bittersweet
my
triumphs
seem
Now
Autumnal
dreams
succumb
to
frost
Morganna
art
thou
near
me?
My
strength
wilts
near
a
grave
Cast
my
sword
to
the
sylphid
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
lest
thy
dew-lidded
eyes
Art
for
the
Banshee's
song.
Or
our
souls
entwined
like
vein
upon
The
haunted
shores
of
Avalon
The
haunted
shores
of
Avalon
I
greet
thee
Dark
Immortals
On
this
isle
'neath
the
moon
Why
hast
our
kingdom
fallen
To
the
enemy
so
soon
Let
loose
the
hounds
of
darksome
night
To
pillage,
plague
and
burn
As
slumber
lures
me
'mongst
the
dead
To
scheme
of
my
return
Archaic
ghostly
echoes
breathe
like
thunder
of
the
storm
A
tempest
fools
miscall
divine
as
they
crouch
awaiting
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
Thus
my
penetrant
spearhead
shalt
pierce
these
foul
trespassing
breeds
These
are
the
shores
where
to
my
soul
Blood
drenched
and
unredeemed
Shalt
seek
solace
in
secrets
told
And
tranquil
as
a
dream
"I
have
awoken
from
the
past
Lenghening
the
shadows
Over
England's
bitter
scars
I
prize
wide
the
wounds
Her
soils
whetted,
drink
Remember
me
as
king
When
I
cradle
elder
stars
Like
lovers
in
my
arms
Nestled
vipers
to
my
breast
Venomed
forces
work
these
cards
Of
Devils
and
priestess...
Thus
I
shall
rule
anew
Through
sinews
of
a
song
Played
upon
a
storm
By
the
ghosts
of
Avalon
And
all
in
league
will
bow
to
me
From
death
they
shall
ascend
To
whisper
winds
of
war
to
stir
The
dark-one-thing
in
men
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