paroles de chanson Yours Immortally... - Cradle of Filth

Bedight, this pre-aestival
Festival drew darkly near
And our delight at its arrival
Was a roar to rival loosed Fenir-

Let the hellish celebration begin
Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim
The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen

Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed
We listen to the glorification
Of Chernobog in a fog of elation

Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy
Standing on the cliffs kiss burning winds
We are risen together
Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings

I am yours
Yours immortally
Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on
The Devil's pulpit, the witches altar

The dead will dance macabre
To chaos magick psalters

A heavy thunder shadowing lightning
Forged for judgement day

Announces greater wonder, citing
Heralds on the starry way
And I hel you like St. Vitus
As the sabbath leapt to play

Before the fever swelled to bite us
And we were swept to waylay May day
Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds

We are risen together
Brazen, exalting a hiss of triumph rings
I am yours
Yours immortally

Only those tortured could profess such festive scenes

And melodies
Of raucous wrought debauchery

Debauchery
No arthritic, sullen Goya
For this fresh Walpurgis Eve

Our flesh it breathes
Full of fantastic symphonies

Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes
That blaze, alive
Eternal ties have trussed amazing lusts together

Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy
Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy
Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy

If our world were to cease right now
In the midst of this wide naked bliss, these stated sacred vows
I would break the universe in two
Just to side with you
To face the jealous heavens down-

Excite the terse miscarriage
Of first light that thirsts to slay
This night versed with the marriage
Of you and I
And all who dare to stray-