Текст песни The Dying of the Embers - Cradle of Filth
Bloodstains,
not
rose
petals
lie
on
the
path
To
the
gluttonous
bed
of
the
whore
For
she,
who
is
Satan,
the
waiting
bloodbath
Is
preparing
her
nation′s
for
war
For
war!
Anthropogenic,
dark
angels
wring
The
fabric
of
life
free
of
tears
Choking
black
fronds
From
the
censers
they
bring
Encircle
as
apocalypse
nears
Midnight
is
the
phase
Seismic
second
waves
End
of
final
days
near
Sorrowed
Holocene
Blackened
back
to
clean
Like
man
has
never
been
here
Nothing
but
burnt
Skies
ever
learnt
The
fate
of
that
terrible
game
It
is
not
this
stirred
circus
Strength
that
deserts
us
Fires
that
hurt
us
But
the
dying
of
the
embers
That
murders
all
hope
for
the
flame
For
the
ghost
of
humanity
to
rise
once
again
Unsympathetic
judgement
descends
Nine
billion
souls
under
heel
Storm-clouds
ablaze,
razors
slice
through
the
ends
Of
the
Earth,
with
insatiable
zeal
Midnight
is
the
phase
Seismic
second
waves
End
of
final
days
near
Sorrowed
Holocene
Blackened
back
to
clean
Like
Man
has
never
been
here
Nothing
but
burnt
skies
ever
learnt
The
fate
of
that
terrible
game
It
is
not
this
stirred
circus
Strength
that
deserts
us
Fires
that
hurt
us,
that
brings
on
the
pain
Nothing
but
burnt
Skies
ever
learnt
The
fate
of
that
terrible
game
It
is
not
this
stirred
circus
Strength
that
deserts
us
Fires
that
hurt
us
But
the
dying
of
the
embers
That
murders
all
hope
for
the
flame
Our
lengthening
reach
went
astray
Ignoring
the
laws
of
our
brittle
existence,
the
universe
clawed
And
tore
it
away
Life
is
a
dream,
in
an
endless
charade
Armageddon
deadens
(armageddon
deadens)
(Armageddon
deadens,
armageddon
deadens)
History
warned
us
but
we
chose
to
pray
We
murdered
all
hope
for
the
flame
For
the
ghost
of
humanity
to
rise
once
again
Nothing
but
burnt
Skies
ever
learnt
The
fate
of
that
terrible
game
It
is
not
this
stirred
circus
Strength
that
deserts
us
Fires
that
hurt
us,
that
brings
on
the
pain
Nothing
but
burnt
Skies
ever
learnt
The
fate
of
that
terrible
game
It
is
not
this
stirred
circus
Strength
that
deserts
us
Fires
that
hurt
us
But
the
dying
of
the
embers
That
murders
all
hope
for
the
flame
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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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