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Cradle Of Filth - Twisting Further Nails Of Faith - текст песни, видео

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Cradle Of Filth - Twisting Further Nails Of Faith - текст песни, видео

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 "Mirror, mirror on the wall
 Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
 For if I shall see thy Will be done
 Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"

 Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
 As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
 Clutching their trinket crucifix
 Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
 Omens of corruption from within the church
 A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth

 Alone as a stone cold altar
 The castle and its keep
 Like faerytale dominion rose
 A widow to the snow peaks
 Wherein reclined the Countess
 Limbs purring from the kill
 Bathed in virgin white and like the night
 Alive and young and unfulfilled

 Was it the cry of a wolf
 That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
 Of Her life as a mere reflection
 (As the moon's in narrow windows caught)
 That opened like dark eyelids on
 The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon

 Like a Siren weaving song
 From the lilt of choirs choking
 Where the vengeful dead
 Belong...

 To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts
 She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars
 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
 To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
 Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
 In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared

 Was it the Kiss of the mist
 That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
 Lost souls begging resurrection
 From Gods upon their forest plinths
 Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
 Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin

 In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
 Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
 To Death, to rend the slender veil
 That Ancient Ones might rise again

 As shadows swelled
 The Countess fell
 To masturbating with Her dagger
 As the Witch gabbled spells
 Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell
 As sudden thunder's grue harangue
 Announced two pincered worlds

 Exuding bane, something came
 With the stench of necrophiled graves
 To these clandestines
 Who shrank from glimpsing horror
 That the growls of mating ghouls inclined...

 Resplendent
 In pendants
 (Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
 A demons, bewinged, bedight
 In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
 An arctic tongue upon Her vulva
 Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
 Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
 Receiving sole communion from the body of christ

 "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
 I will yield this witch to thee
 If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
 O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"

 As the Demon slavered foetid vows
 And bore His prey away
 In talons itching to perpetrate
 The nausea of eternal rape
 The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
 Spat a final curse to stain
 The Countess with the promise
 That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain

 And She would rot.
 Alone
 Insane.
 On the twisted nails of faith
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