Текст песни Swansong For A Raven - Cradle of Filth
Forgive
the
day's
Last
serenades
Her
skies
they
bruise
like
Nordic
women
Deep
crimson
stains
That
Death
would
claim
His
robes
of
office
swim
in
As
would
I
For
his
dark
eye
Has
fixed,
a
basilisk,
a
scythe
On
charred
remains
With
shared
disdain
For
those
I
chose
to
mortify
Their
cries
Have
paralysed
And
the
smoke
has
choked
these
vistas
But
still
I
lie
Though
tears
have
died
On
the
grave
of
my
Clarissa
A
verse
for
her
whispered
to
the
earth
(A
lover's
curse
is
a
see-through
coffin)
Praises
her
curves
so
oft
concurred
Though
she
was
No
Snow
White
on
the
night
she
died
Her
shadower's
boon
when
the
moon
glazed
over
Lipped
with
blood
and
secrets
pried
For
on
and
in
they
spread
her
wide
That
Seraph
bride
The
Devil's
pride
Shalt
soon
avenge
with
swift
reprise
But
they
would
writhe
For
my
dark
eye
Bewitched,
was
fixed
like
Mordecai's
On
Esther's
reign
And
in
this
vein
I
saw
their
lust
still
stain
her
thighs
Their
cries
Have
paralysed
And
the
smoke
has
choked
these
vistas
But
still
I
lie
Though
tears
have
died
On
the
grave
of
my
Clarissa
Beneath
these
trees
where
the
mist
enwreathes
Her
spirit
flees,
seeing
chains
of
torches
A
fleeting
kiss
stirring
leaves
of
poetry
I
was
No
dark
knight,
breaking
men
like
ice
I
was
like
a
lycanthrope
until
the
moon
glazed
over
Lipped
with
blood
and
last
goodbyes
Now
I
dream
Enwrapt
in
pure
clouds
of
the
sweetest
oblivion
Where
beauty
streams
Freed
from
the
teeth
of
those
beasts
that
had
come
To
tear
out
her
spells
In
red
lettered
cells
Wherein
even
the
crown
prince
of
Hell
Come
out
of
his
arrogant
shell
Would
falter
to
better
But
her
face
soon
dispels
And
as
black
feathers
fell
From
heaven's
smoke
So,
I
woke
to
insanity
Her
exquisite
corpse
Found
fit
for
their
sport
Of
course
Would
burn
on
the
morrow
with
me
And
there
on
this
night
Strung
up
in
my
sight
Naked
she
sways
Displayed
for
their
vulgar
delight
I
scream
through
my
bars
at
the
stars
That
for
these
crimes
of
mine
solace
me
I
will
fear
not
the
flames
That
to
passion
are
tame
Not
nearly
the
same
searing
pain
(I
pray)
as
held
sway
upon
losing
her
Nor
the
mettle
of
roars
That
will
settle
like
ashes
and
scores
As
with
our
ghosts
in
the
fog
When
we
both
turn
no
more
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