Cradle Of Filth - To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft 1994 | Текст песни

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• Cradle Of Filth
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Crawl in awful stealth to me,
forever a voyeur I've been.
Nocturnal Goddess of the moon.
So she comes, unseen!

Thus Uzza and Azel speak!

The burning seed is thrust in Eve,
and yearning keeps me, captive of desire.

Make me as a flower that grows forever in your throne.
That I might pollinate the world with darkness as your own.
Embrace me in spellbinding eyes, the fire of life that never dies.
Tear deeper through my paper wounds and never leave inside.

Love shall consume and bathe the Lady, whom I worship and ride thereon.
She will greet me as a serpent in her dark, secret Eden.
And I will always want, for her witchcraft is desire.

Desire!
Desire!

My soul is poisoned from within.
My soul is poisoned from within.

I crawl with languid guilt to thee,
forever flushed in sin.
Lamia, latria I give.
My soul is poisoned from within.

Wisdom breeds, fecundity
And her cunt she feeds to fulfill her desire.

To Eve I cum!

Sevenfold my passion wrought,
to ransack Eden and to taste the whore.
I cling beyond her sabled court.
She is a gateway to that darkness lost.

I am the gentle stream,
that trickles through the summer glades of ever green peace.
Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream.
I am the bleeding sky,the snatching wind of war.
Blowing through the savage garden.
My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust.
Like strings to be pulled and cut.

I will make my puppets dance!
The men will bow down before me,
to take my flesh as lucid thoughts of dark, unbridled lust.
I am all these things and more.
Thus I await you, Nemesis of restraint.
The code of life and the bride of evil itself.

Oh, the fevered need for her.
When greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire.
The all-consuming fire.

Reveal to me your mysteries, witch!
The tree is plundered but I have the seed,
to be sown in thee.