歌曲 | Tearing The Veil From Grace |
歌手 | Cradle of Filth |
专辑 | Midian |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light | |
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night | |
A tragic yet magical fall from grace | |
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste | |
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints | |
Free shining souls torn from | |
God's given | |
ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight | |
And Hell knows we sought victory | |
Chancing the leash | |
But when bad die were cast | |
We were cast down to die | |
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes | |
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride | |
Like the sin of | |
Our Father (and the whims of our kind) | |
Whom in Isaiah and | |
Midian thrived | |
Regaining | |
His sights for the storming of skies | |
And after descenturies have crawled, vilified | |
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives | |
For eternity is a coprophagic | |
Backward figure head | |
Gorging on | |
Her own bitter end | |
And We have eaten shit | |
Until we're close to addicts | |
Now grime is running out | |
For us to make amends | |
To retake what once was lost | |
To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
God"To throw our **** into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea" | |
Atrocious oceans must be crossed | |
To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
GodThe thirteenth sign of the | |
Zodiac climbs | |
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise | |
Throwing shades of war before like prophecy | |
Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep | |
Nasty reap of freaks forsaken | |
And when sultry | |
Dusk disrobes they'll learn | |
She is not a natural blonde | |
For the lower | |
She goes the darker it grows | |
An Eve that blows on | |
Her knees for | |
SatanFellated | |
SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearl | |
As He unfurls from aching hibernation | |
Stormbringer drums thunder to full | |
Dis orchestra | |
As lighting streaks with fire | |
Black clouds that shroud the | |
EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories | |
But now the | |
Sun is loath to come | |
The crescent moon is freed | |
Elated Satan | |
The scimitar slash to the undergash | |
Of Heaven too slight for penetration | |
We strike as wolves from the thickening fog | |
To exalt our throne over the stars of | |
GodLowly holy goats bare the brunt | |
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt | |
Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells | |
That smell of blessed cunt | |
Like a convent where crosses rust | |
From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun | |
There where deeper needs are begged of lust | |
And cess and less impress enough | |
Obtaining the ord of | |
Our Guardian, | |
AngerAnd Death's tunnel vision | |
Bad thing in collision | |
The locking of eyes and jagged antler | |
Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams | |
Feasting from throats of celestial thieves | |
And God knows we seek victory | |
Now that we are unleashed | |
To drive nails home of blind faith through those | |
Who drove us from error to terror below | |
Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies | |
Tarred with red honey, the plaster | |
Of many a spire that aspired to rise | |
Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die | |
In the start like a cast | |
In morality plays | |
Our hearts wore a mask | |
Of dead rooks in the rain | |
The World was our cloister | |
No prayer, bent in shame | |
Our once lucent plumage | |
Stung with horn withered gray | |
And awayAs | |
Aeons slew so we grew to myth | |
Revenge accrued to a monolith | |
Bursting through from our roofed abyss | |
Like an aether greased fist | |
Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed | |
Our horror pours through the orifice | |
Where once the spheres and archangels kissed | |
Phallelujah | |
Fellated Satan | |
His coming assails | |
The Night | |
In GalesThat bewail turned tides | |
That engulf their nation | |
Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth | |
In a darkened high house | |
Overrun by disease | |
So let the truth be wrung | |
That the Banished | |
Ones intent | |
On reinstatement have won | |
We breathe by virtue of their rot | |
Now our souls exult above the stars of | |
God |
zuo ci : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light | |
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night | |
A tragic yet magical fall from grace | |
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste | |
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints | |
Free shining souls torn from | |
God' s given | |
ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight | |
And Hell knows we sought victory | |
Chancing the leash | |
But when bad die were cast | |
We were cast down to die | |
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes | |
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride | |
Like the sin of | |
Our Father and the whims of our kind | |
Whom in Isaiah and | |
Midian thrived | |
Regaining | |
His sights for the storming of skies | |
And after descenturies have crawled, vilified | |
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives | |
For eternity is a coprophagic | |
Backward figure head | |
Gorging on | |
Her own bitter end | |
And We have eaten shit | |
Until we' re close to addicts | |
Now grime is running out | |
For us to make amends | |
To retake what once was lost | |
To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
God" To throw our into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea" | |
Atrocious oceans must be crossed | |
To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
GodThe thirteenth sign of the | |
Zodiac climbs | |
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise | |
Throwing shades of war before like prophecy | |
Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep | |
Nasty reap of freaks forsaken | |
And when sultry | |
Dusk disrobes they' ll learn | |
She is not a natural blonde | |
For the lower | |
She goes the darker it grows | |
An Eve that blows on | |
Her knees for | |
SatanFellated | |
SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearl | |
As He unfurls from aching hibernation | |
Stormbringer drums thunder to full | |
Dis orchestra | |
As lighting streaks with fire | |
Black clouds that shroud the | |
EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories | |
But now the | |
Sun is loath to come | |
The crescent moon is freed | |
Elated Satan | |
The scimitar slash to the undergash | |
Of Heaven too slight for penetration | |
We strike as wolves from the thickening fog | |
To exalt our throne over the stars of | |
GodLowly holy goats bare the brunt | |
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt | |
Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells | |
That smell of blessed cunt | |
Like a convent where crosses rust | |
From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun | |
There where deeper needs are begged of lust | |
And cess and less impress enough | |
Obtaining the ord of | |
Our Guardian, | |
AngerAnd Death' s tunnel vision | |
Bad thing in collision | |
The locking of eyes and jagged antler | |
Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams | |
Feasting from throats of celestial thieves | |
And God knows we seek victory | |
Now that we are unleashed | |
To drive nails home of blind faith through those | |
Who drove us from error to terror below | |
Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies | |
Tarred with red honey, the plaster | |
Of many a spire that aspired to rise | |
Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die | |
In the start like a cast | |
In morality plays | |
Our hearts wore a mask | |
Of dead rooks in the rain | |
The World was our cloister | |
No prayer, bent in shame | |
Our once lucent plumage | |
Stung with horn withered gray | |
And awayAs | |
Aeons slew so we grew to myth | |
Revenge accrued to a monolith | |
Bursting through from our roofed abyss | |
Like an aether greased fist | |
Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed | |
Our horror pours through the orifice | |
Where once the spheres and archangels kissed | |
Phallelujah | |
Fellated Satan | |
His coming assails | |
The Night | |
In GalesThat bewail turned tides | |
That engulf their nation | |
Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth | |
In a darkened high house | |
Overrun by disease | |
So let the truth be wrung | |
That the Banished | |
Ones intent | |
On reinstatement have won | |
We breathe by virtue of their rot | |
Now our souls exult above the stars of | |
God |
zuò cí : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light | |
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night | |
A tragic yet magical fall from grace | |
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste | |
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints | |
Free shining souls torn from | |
God' s given | |
ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight | |
And Hell knows we sought victory | |
Chancing the leash | |
But when bad die were cast | |
We were cast down to die | |
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes | |
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride | |
Like the sin of | |
Our Father and the whims of our kind | |
Whom in Isaiah and | |
Midian thrived | |
Regaining | |
His sights for the storming of skies | |
And after descenturies have crawled, vilified | |
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives | |
For eternity is a coprophagic | |
Backward figure head | |
Gorging on | |
Her own bitter end | |
And We have eaten shit | |
Until we' re close to addicts | |
Now grime is running out | |
For us to make amends | |
To retake what once was lost | |
To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
God" To throw our into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea" | |
Atrocious oceans must be crossed | |
To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
GodThe thirteenth sign of the | |
Zodiac climbs | |
Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise | |
Throwing shades of war before like prophecy | |
Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep | |
Nasty reap of freaks forsaken | |
And when sultry | |
Dusk disrobes they' ll learn | |
She is not a natural blonde | |
For the lower | |
She goes the darker it grows | |
An Eve that blows on | |
Her knees for | |
SatanFellated | |
SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearl | |
As He unfurls from aching hibernation | |
Stormbringer drums thunder to full | |
Dis orchestra | |
As lighting streaks with fire | |
Black clouds that shroud the | |
EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories | |
But now the | |
Sun is loath to come | |
The crescent moon is freed | |
Elated Satan | |
The scimitar slash to the undergash | |
Of Heaven too slight for penetration | |
We strike as wolves from the thickening fog | |
To exalt our throne over the stars of | |
GodLowly holy goats bare the brunt | |
Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt | |
Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells | |
That smell of blessed cunt | |
Like a convent where crosses rust | |
From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun | |
There where deeper needs are begged of lust | |
And cess and less impress enough | |
Obtaining the ord of | |
Our Guardian, | |
AngerAnd Death' s tunnel vision | |
Bad thing in collision | |
The locking of eyes and jagged antler | |
Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams | |
Feasting from throats of celestial thieves | |
And God knows we seek victory | |
Now that we are unleashed | |
To drive nails home of blind faith through those | |
Who drove us from error to terror below | |
Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies | |
Tarred with red honey, the plaster | |
Of many a spire that aspired to rise | |
Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die | |
In the start like a cast | |
In morality plays | |
Our hearts wore a mask | |
Of dead rooks in the rain | |
The World was our cloister | |
No prayer, bent in shame | |
Our once lucent plumage | |
Stung with horn withered gray | |
And awayAs | |
Aeons slew so we grew to myth | |
Revenge accrued to a monolith | |
Bursting through from our roofed abyss | |
Like an aether greased fist | |
Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed | |
Our horror pours through the orifice | |
Where once the spheres and archangels kissed | |
Phallelujah | |
Fellated Satan | |
His coming assails | |
The Night | |
In GalesThat bewail turned tides | |
That engulf their nation | |
Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth | |
In a darkened high house | |
Overrun by disease | |
So let the truth be wrung | |
That the Banished | |
Ones intent | |
On reinstatement have won | |
We breathe by virtue of their rot | |
Now our souls exult above the stars of | |
God |