歌曲 | Saffron's Curse |
歌手 | Cradle of Filth |
专辑 | Lovecraft & Witch Hearts |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall | |
Lay in state with the sad and damned | |
A rent lament barely flung above a whisper | |
Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man | |
I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor | |
A kindred spirit in a graveyard | |
Beneath the stature of a colder | |
SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques | |
And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast | |
Like a come dream true under etched glass spent | |
Making love to the beautiful dead | |
She has sinned and severed | |
HeavenAnd in its vulgar sight | |
Two figures writhe, but one silhouette | |
Extends its fingers to the light | |
Gothic towers tottered on her heels | |
As she fled asylum grounds | |
Committing hard crimes to soft cells | |
Where now another's screams resound | |
From the gaspings in her passing | |
Six feet under or beneath frayed gown | |
When her hands pointed to midnight | |
In a white stained chamber bound | |
I swept her from the abyss of another dementia | |
Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate | |
To take the reins of pleasure | |
Now night wane mirrors freeze in seizure | |
At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs | |
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch | |
Out of spite and playful eyes | |
Pricked as a witch her stitches itch | |
For familiar lips to lick them dry | |
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks | |
The sun forsakes the rite to rise | |
And is the first to discern, that this angel's return | |
Is a vengeful call on grace | |
For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts | |
A leap of twisted fate betrayed | |
The scars will last until the stars | |
Caught in her train bewitched | |
Fall into line and yield the sign | |
That dawn in born to their eclipse | |
For our in humankind | |
Comes an underdog day sunrise | |
Rippling with fire like female diction | |
Wind amidst the flame, | |
I gazed out | |
Tapped into the fog and shared her pain | |
When in her mind she sought his leave | |
And begged forgiveness | |
I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor | |
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore | |
What treachery this that she breathed no more? | |
Christ you bastard | |
I wished her back but the dead adored her | |
Even wild winds sang in chora for her | |
Saffron from my heart, from the start | |
I sworeWe'd be together more | |
Creation froze with the triumph of death | |
But still she stirred and awoke bereft | |
Of concern save for the aeons left | |
To lead the darkness | |
She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it | |
I dream of being | |
God but ever living to regret it | |
Our fecund nature decrees that | |
Jesus wept come for | |
The devil on her knees | |
To grant her lows a remedy | |
And mine desire's wish | |
To taste thereof of heaven's scent | |
As sick and twisted as it is | |
For her corset laced with arsenic | |
Hides snake curves within her midst | |
Whilst her halo of white lies supplies | |
Her temple to what | |
God forbids |
zuo ci : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall | |
Lay in state with the sad and damned | |
A rent lament barely flung above a whisper | |
Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man | |
I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor | |
A kindred spirit in a graveyard | |
Beneath the stature of a colder | |
SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques | |
And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast | |
Like a come dream true under etched glass spent | |
Making love to the beautiful dead | |
She has sinned and severed | |
HeavenAnd in its vulgar sight | |
Two figures writhe, but one silhouette | |
Extends its fingers to the light | |
Gothic towers tottered on her heels | |
As she fled asylum grounds | |
Committing hard crimes to soft cells | |
Where now another' s screams resound | |
From the gaspings in her passing | |
Six feet under or beneath frayed gown | |
When her hands pointed to midnight | |
In a white stained chamber bound | |
I swept her from the abyss of another dementia | |
Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate | |
To take the reins of pleasure | |
Now night wane mirrors freeze in seizure | |
At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs | |
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch | |
Out of spite and playful eyes | |
Pricked as a witch her stitches itch | |
For familiar lips to lick them dry | |
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks | |
The sun forsakes the rite to rise | |
And is the first to discern, that this angel' s return | |
Is a vengeful call on grace | |
For even martyrdom backs from it' s suicide pacts | |
A leap of twisted fate betrayed | |
The scars will last until the stars | |
Caught in her train bewitched | |
Fall into line and yield the sign | |
That dawn in born to their eclipse | |
For our in humankind | |
Comes an underdog day sunrise | |
Rippling with fire like female diction | |
Wind amidst the flame, | |
I gazed out | |
Tapped into the fog and shared her pain | |
When in her mind she sought his leave | |
And begged forgiveness | |
I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor | |
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore | |
What treachery this that she breathed no more? | |
Christ you bastard | |
I wished her back but the dead adored her | |
Even wild winds sang in chora for her | |
Saffron from my heart, from the start | |
I sworeWe' d be together more | |
Creation froze with the triumph of death | |
But still she stirred and awoke bereft | |
Of concern save for the aeons left | |
To lead the darkness | |
She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it | |
I dream of being | |
God but ever living to regret it | |
Our fecund nature decrees that | |
Jesus wept come for | |
The devil on her knees | |
To grant her lows a remedy | |
And mine desire' s wish | |
To taste thereof of heaven' s scent | |
As sick and twisted as it is | |
For her corset laced with arsenic | |
Hides snake curves within her midst | |
Whilst her halo of white lies supplies | |
Her temple to what | |
God forbids |
zuò cí : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall | |
Lay in state with the sad and damned | |
A rent lament barely flung above a whisper | |
Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of man | |
I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor | |
A kindred spirit in a graveyard | |
Beneath the stature of a colder | |
SaviourMist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques | |
And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast | |
Like a come dream true under etched glass spent | |
Making love to the beautiful dead | |
She has sinned and severed | |
HeavenAnd in its vulgar sight | |
Two figures writhe, but one silhouette | |
Extends its fingers to the light | |
Gothic towers tottered on her heels | |
As she fled asylum grounds | |
Committing hard crimes to soft cells | |
Where now another' s screams resound | |
From the gaspings in her passing | |
Six feet under or beneath frayed gown | |
When her hands pointed to midnight | |
In a white stained chamber bound | |
I swept her from the abyss of another dementia | |
Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate | |
To take the reins of pleasure | |
Now night wane mirrors freeze in seizure | |
At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs | |
Ballrooms filled with black cats scratch | |
Out of spite and playful eyes | |
Pricked as a witch her stitches itch | |
For familiar lips to lick them dry | |
Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks | |
The sun forsakes the rite to rise | |
And is the first to discern, that this angel' s return | |
Is a vengeful call on grace | |
For even martyrdom backs from it' s suicide pacts | |
A leap of twisted fate betrayed | |
The scars will last until the stars | |
Caught in her train bewitched | |
Fall into line and yield the sign | |
That dawn in born to their eclipse | |
For our in humankind | |
Comes an underdog day sunrise | |
Rippling with fire like female diction | |
Wind amidst the flame, | |
I gazed out | |
Tapped into the fog and shared her pain | |
When in her mind she sought his leave | |
And begged forgiveness | |
I splintered her coffin and lie on the floor | |
Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore | |
What treachery this that she breathed no more? | |
Christ you bastard | |
I wished her back but the dead adored her | |
Even wild winds sang in chora for her | |
Saffron from my heart, from the start | |
I sworeWe' d be together more | |
Creation froze with the triumph of death | |
But still she stirred and awoke bereft | |
Of concern save for the aeons left | |
To lead the darkness | |
She schemes of growing power and the lengths sucked hard to get it | |
I dream of being | |
God but ever living to regret it | |
Our fecund nature decrees that | |
Jesus wept come for | |
The devil on her knees | |
To grant her lows a remedy | |
And mine desire' s wish | |
To taste thereof of heaven' s scent | |
As sick and twisted as it is | |
For her corset laced with arsenic | |
Hides snake curves within her midst | |
Whilst her halo of white lies supplies | |
Her temple to what | |
God forbids |