Swansong For A Raven (Album Version) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Swansong For A Raven (Album Version) |
| 歌手 | Cradle of Filth |
| 专辑 | Nymphetamine |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [01:04.07] | Forgive the day’s |
| [01:05.74] | Last serenades |
| [01:07.78] | Her skies they bruise like Nordic women |
| [01:09.70] | Deep crimson stains |
| [01:12.13] | That Death would claim |
| [01:13.95] | His robes of office swim in |
| [01:18.88] | As would I |
| [01:20.01] | For his dark eye |
| [01:21.45] | Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe |
| [01:25.54] | On charred remains |
| [01:28.55] | With shared disdain |
| [01:29.61] | For those I chose to mortify |
| [01:34.31] | Their cries have paralysed |
| [01:36.30] | And the smoke has choked these vistas |
| [01:39.77] | But still I lie, though tears have died |
| [01:44.45] | On the grave of my Clarissa |
| [01:48.67] | A verse for her whispered to the earth |
| [01:56.99] | A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin |
| [01:58.79] | Praises her curves so oft concurred |
| [02:00.70] | Though she was |
| [02:01.94] | No Snow White on the night she died |
| [02:06.15] | Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over |
| [02:09.15] | Lipped with blood and secrets pried |
| [02:23.68] | For on and in they spread her wide |
| [02:26.17] | That seraph bride |
| [02:28.50] | The Devil’s pride |
| [02:30.18] | Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise |
| [02:34.01] | But they would writhe |
| [02:35.46] | For my dark eye |
| [02:38.52] | Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s |
| [02:41.75] | On Esther’s reign |
| [02:43.17] | And in this vein |
| [02:44.09] | I saw their lust still stain her thighs |
| [02:49.86] | Their cries have paralysed |
| [02:52.03] | And the smoke has choked these vistas |
| [02:57.48] | But still I lie, though tears have died |
| [03:00.30] | On the grave of my Clarissa |
| [03:10.56] | Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes |
| [03:12.34] | Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches |
| [03:14.44] | A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry |
| [03:17.99] | I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice |
| [03:21.56] | I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over |
| [03:25.31] | Lipped with blood and last goodbyes |
| [04:01.44] | Now I dream |
| [04:04.52] | Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion |
| [04:08.18] | Where beauty streams |
| [04:12.17] | Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come |
| [04:16.31] | To tear out her spells |
| [04:19.21] | In red lettered cells |
| [04:21.92] | Wherein even the crown Prince of Hell |
| [04:25.02] | Come out of his arrogant shell |
| [04:28.77] | Would falter to better |
| [04:46.43] | But her face soon dispels |
| [04:48.52] | And as black feathers fell |
| [04:50.47] | From heaven’s smoke |
| [04:52.72] | So I woke to insanity |
| [04:54.77] | Her exquisite corpse |
| [04:57.42] | Found fit for their sport |
| [04:58.37] | Of course |
| [05:00.33] | Would burn on the morrow with me |
| [05:09.63] | And there on this night |
| [05:22.67] | Strung up in my sight |
| [05:24.08] | Naked she sways |
| [05:25.84] | Displayed for their vulgar delight |
| [05:29.27] | I scream through my bars at the stars |
| [05:33.51] | That for these crimes of mine solace me |
| [05:39.60] | I will fear not the flames |
| [05:41.35] | That to passion are tame |
| [05:43.36] | Not nearly the same searing pain |
| [05:44.87] | I pray |
| [05:46.46] | As held sway upon losing her |
| [05:52.81] | Nor the mettle of roars |
| [05:54.83] | That will settle like ashes and scores |
| [05:56.67] | As with our ghosts in the fog |
| [05:59.89] | When we both turn no more |
| [01:04.07] | Forgive the day' s |
| [01:05.74] | Last serenades |
| [01:07.78] | Her skies they bruise like Nordic women |
| [01:09.70] | Deep crimson stains |
| [01:12.13] | That Death would claim |
| [01:13.95] | His robes of office swim in |
| [01:18.88] | As would I |
| [01:20.01] | For his dark eye |
| [01:21.45] | Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe |
| [01:25.54] | On charred remains |
| [01:28.55] | With shared disdain |
| [01:29.61] | For those I chose to mortify |
| [01:34.31] | Their cries have paralysed |
| [01:36.30] | And the smoke has choked these vistas |
| [01:39.77] | But still I lie, though tears have died |
| [01:44.45] | On the grave of my Clarissa |
| [01:48.67] | A verse for her whispered to the earth |
| [01:56.99] | A lover' s curse is a seethrough coffin |
| [01:58.79] | Praises her curves so oft concurred |
| [02:00.70] | Though she was |
| [02:01.94] | No Snow White on the night she died |
| [02:06.15] | Her shadower' s boon when the moon glazed over |
| [02:09.15] | Lipped with blood and secrets pried |
| [02:23.68] | For on and in they spread her wide |
| [02:26.17] | That seraph bride |
| [02:28.50] | The Devil' s pride |
| [02:30.18] | Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise |
| [02:34.01] | But they would writhe |
| [02:35.46] | For my dark eye |
| [02:38.52] | Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai' s |
| [02:41.75] | On Esther' s reign |
| [02:43.17] | And in this vein |
| [02:44.09] | I saw their lust still stain her thighs |
| [02:49.86] | Their cries have paralysed |
| [02:52.03] | And the smoke has choked these vistas |
| [02:57.48] | But still I lie, though tears have died |
| [03:00.30] | On the grave of my Clarissa |
| [03:10.56] | Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes |
| [03:12.34] | Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches |
| [03:14.44] | A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry |
| [03:17.99] | I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice |
| [03:21.56] | I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over |
| [03:25.31] | Lipped with blood and last goodbyes |
| [04:01.44] | Now I dream |
| [04:04.52] | Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion |
| [04:08.18] | Where beauty streams |
| [04:12.17] | Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come |
| [04:16.31] | To tear out her spells |
| [04:19.21] | In red lettered cells |
| [04:21.92] | Wherein even the crown Prince of Hell |
| [04:25.02] | Come out of his arrogant shell |
| [04:28.77] | Would falter to better |
| [04:46.43] | But her face soon dispels |
| [04:48.52] | And as black feathers fell |
| [04:50.47] | From heaven' s smoke |
| [04:52.72] | So I woke to insanity |
| [04:54.77] | Her exquisite corpse |
| [04:57.42] | Found fit for their sport |
| [04:58.37] | Of course |
| [05:00.33] | Would burn on the morrow with me |
| [05:09.63] | And there on this night |
| [05:22.67] | Strung up in my sight |
| [05:24.08] | Naked she sways |
| [05:25.84] | Displayed for their vulgar delight |
| [05:29.27] | I scream through my bars at the stars |
| [05:33.51] | That for these crimes of mine solace me |
| [05:39.60] | I will fear not the flames |
| [05:41.35] | That to passion are tame |
| [05:43.36] | Not nearly the same searing pain |
| [05:44.87] | I pray |
| [05:46.46] | As held sway upon losing her |
| [05:52.81] | Nor the mettle of roars |
| [05:54.83] | That will settle like ashes and scores |
| [05:56.67] | As with our ghosts in the fog |
| [05:59.89] | When we both turn no more |
| [01:04.07] | Forgive the day' s |
| [01:05.74] | Last serenades |
| [01:07.78] | Her skies they bruise like Nordic women |
| [01:09.70] | Deep crimson stains |
| [01:12.13] | That Death would claim |
| [01:13.95] | His robes of office swim in |
| [01:18.88] | As would I |
| [01:20.01] | For his dark eye |
| [01:21.45] | Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe |
| [01:25.54] | On charred remains |
| [01:28.55] | With shared disdain |
| [01:29.61] | For those I chose to mortify |
| [01:34.31] | Their cries have paralysed |
| [01:36.30] | And the smoke has choked these vistas |
| [01:39.77] | But still I lie, though tears have died |
| [01:44.45] | On the grave of my Clarissa |
| [01:48.67] | A verse for her whispered to the earth |
| [01:56.99] | A lover' s curse is a seethrough coffin |
| [01:58.79] | Praises her curves so oft concurred |
| [02:00.70] | Though she was |
| [02:01.94] | No Snow White on the night she died |
| [02:06.15] | Her shadower' s boon when the moon glazed over |
| [02:09.15] | Lipped with blood and secrets pried |
| [02:23.68] | For on and in they spread her wide |
| [02:26.17] | That seraph bride |
| [02:28.50] | The Devil' s pride |
| [02:30.18] | Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise |
| [02:34.01] | But they would writhe |
| [02:35.46] | For my dark eye |
| [02:38.52] | Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai' s |
| [02:41.75] | On Esther' s reign |
| [02:43.17] | And in this vein |
| [02:44.09] | I saw their lust still stain her thighs |
| [02:49.86] | Their cries have paralysed |
| [02:52.03] | And the smoke has choked these vistas |
| [02:57.48] | But still I lie, though tears have died |
| [03:00.30] | On the grave of my Clarissa |
| [03:10.56] | Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes |
| [03:12.34] | Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches |
| [03:14.44] | A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry |
| [03:17.99] | I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice |
| [03:21.56] | I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over |
| [03:25.31] | Lipped with blood and last goodbyes |
| [04:01.44] | Now I dream |
| [04:04.52] | Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion |
| [04:08.18] | Where beauty streams |
| [04:12.17] | Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come |
| [04:16.31] | To tear out her spells |
| [04:19.21] | In red lettered cells |
| [04:21.92] | Wherein even the crown Prince of Hell |
| [04:25.02] | Come out of his arrogant shell |
| [04:28.77] | Would falter to better |
| [04:46.43] | But her face soon dispels |
| [04:48.52] | And as black feathers fell |
| [04:50.47] | From heaven' s smoke |
| [04:52.72] | So I woke to insanity |
| [04:54.77] | Her exquisite corpse |
| [04:57.42] | Found fit for their sport |
| [04:58.37] | Of course |
| [05:00.33] | Would burn on the morrow with me |
| [05:09.63] | And there on this night |
| [05:22.67] | Strung up in my sight |
| [05:24.08] | Naked she sways |
| [05:25.84] | Displayed for their vulgar delight |
| [05:29.27] | I scream through my bars at the stars |
| [05:33.51] | That for these crimes of mine solace me |
| [05:39.60] | I will fear not the flames |
| [05:41.35] | That to passion are tame |
| [05:43.36] | Not nearly the same searing pain |
| [05:44.87] | I pray |
| [05:46.46] | As held sway upon losing her |
| [05:52.81] | Nor the mettle of roars |
| [05:54.83] | That will settle like ashes and scores |
| [05:56.67] | As with our ghosts in the fog |
| [05:59.89] | When we both turn no more |
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