Cradle Of Filth - Suicide and other comfort | Текст песни

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• Cradle Of Filth
• Suicide and other comfort

I pace, alone
In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven

Oh sweet Mary,
Dressed in grief
Roll back the stone

With these words scrawled
in a severed hand
Tears fall like shards of
glass that band
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me to join the damned

Chorus:
A darkened sky
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now
to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me

So farewell to distant thunder
Those inept stars I've
worshipped under
Fall father, their Father
Lies in wait in flames below
Whilst my love, a blood red flower
Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry
Please save me from this Hell I know

Chorus

An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon
the survival
Of this lorded agony

And I, (much as I have tried
To bury Her from mind,

Fate's tourniquet was tied,
when She died...)
Still sense Her presence so divine

Lithe arms about my throat
Like pining swans entwined

Footfalls at nightfall close to mine

Suicide is a tried and tested
formula for release

I snatch Her whisper like the
wind through cedars
See Her face in every natural feature
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows
of fever...
With glee deceiving me

Suicide is a tried and tested
formula for release

I hear Her voice from where the
grave defies Her
Siren song to sing along, no finer

Suicide notes, harmonized in a minor

Strike a chord with misery

No light nor reef
No unsinkable of romance keeps me
Safely from the stormy seas
Now drowning, resounding
Death-knells pound my dreams

Unthinkable to dredge through this
Listless and lonely winter frieze

Chorus

No more a victim of crusade
Where souls are strung from
moral palisades
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on jewellwd sands
Beneath a moon to Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband

The blaze once in my veins