paroles de chanson The Night at Catafalque Manor - Cradle of Filth
Lighting
forked
like
a
bifurcate
tongue
Flickers
on
this
wicked
little
pandemonium
Theatrical
the
courted
orchestra
ripples
The
tumult
of
the
skies
is
alive
and
highly
verbal
It
plays
for
mass
destruction
Frightening
the
sight
of
darksome
banners
on
the
wind
Tumulus
the
cumulus
is
drub
of
us
begins
A
glavanting
army
of
tsunami-like
decrees
Trees
are
edging
backwards
I
am
lost
to
reverie
I
was
contemplating
the
fate
to
undress
Tonight
is
the
night
for
the
hands
of
doom
to
caress
This
eve
is
enwreathed
with
sensation
My
carriage
appears
like
a
fright
through
the
storm
A
bell
from
a
distant
church
tolling
forlorn
Thrash
our
a
tortuous
path
until
dawn
Oh,
the
viciousness
of
this
parade
The
heavens
has
lit
so
exquisite
a
stage
I
sense
the
stars
up
in
arms
Their
mercurial
charms
Incensed
by
the
liveried
curtain
And
hence
my
journey
pockmarked
By
the
Stygian
dark
Is
intense
and
delivered
uncertain
This
eve
is
in
league
with
elation
As
a
gatehouse
awaits
in
a
shadowy
lee
The
foul
tempest
howls
and
then
suddenly
Falls
as
silent
as
skulls
set
in
lost
ossuaries
Passed
under
the
shrouded
arches
The
moon
spills
twixt
clouded
branches
And
where
it
sits,
the
driveway
blanches
Fixed
aslant
the
hill
To
the
foot
of
the
catafalque
manor
Silvered
thus,
it
extends
a
glamour
Like
Cinderella
bared
to
dare
enamor
My
inner
gothic
thrilled
Exotic
guests,
coalesced
embark
(Espied
through
windows
on
the
park)
To
arrest
my
villainous
heart
For
it
is
amiss
yet
yearning
still...
I
pervade
the
ball
And
glide
amidst
rich
animals
So
beautiful
their
prideful
litters
Underneath
chandeliers
that
glitters
Sanguine
delights
In
bright
Victoriana
A
nirvana
life
bedights
In
light
of
this
I
commend
the
Host
for
his
regalities
A
toast
I
thus
engender
But
now
in
a
forest
of
glasses
raised
And
gazes
held
I
spy
a
face
whose
spell
One
would
race
through
blazing
hell
for
I
must
confess
I
came
here
for
the
game
For
the
scent
of
death
But
never
did
I
foresee
heaven
torn
asunder
By
a
seraph
who
would
steal
its
thunder
My
ardor
awakend
is
taken
by
force
I
ask
for
a
dance
a
chance
for
discourse
She
bats
me
a
glance
and
love
strikes
like
a
scorpion...
We
play
for
mass
corruption
She
waits
contemplating
her
fate
to
address
Tonight
is
the
night
for
the
hands
of
doom
to
caress
This
eve
is
besieged
by
temptations
The
flames
in
her
eyes
catch
this
mud
butterflies
They
burst
into
blossoms
well-versed
to
imply
This
girl,
non
pareil
is
a
nymph
in
disguise
Oh
the
viciousness
of
this
parade
The
heavens
have
lit
so
exquisite
a
stage
We
pass
through
the
throng
Heedless
and
headlong
Possessed
by
the
gathering
maelstrom
By
her
talents
impressed
And
the
swell
of
her
breast
Obsessed
I
am
halfway
to
hell
gone
This
eve
is
enwreathed
in
sensation
As
the
tempest
renews
in
the
turbulent
heights
We
fake
our
excuses
soon
to
take
flight
Forever
to
wake
and
remember
this
night
The
night
at
catafalque
manor.
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