Текст песни Sisters of the Mist - Cradle of Filth
Witching
hourglasses
Bleed
the
hissing
sands
of
time
As
this
story,
gory,
a
catharsis
Leads
toward
the
quite
sublime
We
have
such
sights
to
show
you
Enslaved
from
the
start
She
captured
my
heart
I
recall
our
lips
trembled
a
whisper
apart
And
when
she
died
I
cried
to
darkened
orders
Fell
fiends
of
the
abyss
(Beware
their
kiss)
Sisters
of
the
mist
Through
split
lips
of
torture
I
scream
out
her
name
Clarissa,
I
miss
her
Death's
fissure
remains
She
hangs
in
the
courtyard
Neath
a
cold,
callous
moon
Her
bruised
naked
carcass
Displayed
for
the
boon
Of
those
who
desired
her
Fiery
womb
If
tomorrow
we
burn
Tonight
we
will
seal
their
doom
Enslaved
from
the
start
She
captured
my
heart
I
recall
our
lips
trembled
a
whisper
apart
So
when
she
died
I
cried
in
darkened
corners
Fell
fiends
of
the
abyss
(Beware
their
kiss)
Sisters
of
the
mist
As
guards
drunkenly
slept,
fog
crept
from
dank
woods
Slithering,
slathering,
beasts
understood
That
starved,
vengeful
spirits
of
similar
fates
Had
answered
the
prayers
I
left
at
their
cemetery
gates
From
the
scarred
side
of
midnight
Monstrosities
came
Clarissa,
I
wished
For
hellfire
to
rain
These
vehement
women
Lithe
Stygian
shades
Tore
through
the
murk
Like
a
forest
of
razorblades
Fating,
castrating
Each
soul
to
be
taken
And
freed
from
my
cell
On
reaching
the
gallows
Enshadowed,
I
fell
Witching
hourglasses
Bleed
the
hissing
sands
within
As
the
net
of
retribution
passes
Leaving
nothing
breathing
in
its
skin
A
waste
of
good
suffering
The
coven
dispel
with
the
first
rites
of
dawn
Sated
they
fade,
now
benign
I
cut
down
my
bride
and
cry
out,
forlorn
Cradling
her
spent
body
to
mine
Then
for
one
rent
moment
A
miracle
spurred
from
the
pain
Death
lends
her
back
to
my
fervent
embrace
Three
final
words
as
she
slips
to
oblivion
Enslaved
from
the
start
She
captured
my
heart
I
recall
our
lips
trembled
a
whisper
apart
And
when
she
died
I
cried
on
darkened
shores
Despisal,
reprisal
for
holy
fists
(Beware
their
Mephistory)
Sisters
of
the
mist
Sisters
of
the
mist
Now
the
sun
rises
on
streets
steeped
in
blood
I
stagger
her
corpse
to
the
lake
The
feared
Water
Wyrds
creature
up
from
the
mud
To
take
us
to
depths
far
away
from
the
stake
As
the
cold
waves
enclose,
I
shall
falter
no
more
Nothing
is
ghosting
me
back
to
the
shore
And
though
I
have
knelt
at
this
altar
before
Death
will
unite
us,
our
nights
will
be
glorious
Together,
victorious
And
legendary,
even
in
hell
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1 The Fate of the World on Our Shoulders
2 Existential Terror
3 Necromantic Fantasies
4 Crawling King Chaos
5 Here Comes a Candle... (Infernal Lullaby)
6 Black Smoke Curling from the Lips of War
7 Discourse Between a Man and His Soul
8 The Dying of the Embers
9 Ashen Mortality
10 How Many Tears to Nurture a Rose?
11 Suffer Our Dominion
12 Us, Dark, Invincible
13 Sisters of the Mist
14 Unleash the Hellion
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