Текст (слова) песни: Cradle of Filth - The twisted nails of faith

"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"

Three moondials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping Styx
Clutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth

Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like faerytale dominion rose
A widow to the snow peaks
Wherein reclined the Countess
Limbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled

Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of Her life as a mere reflection
(As the moon`s in narrow windows caught)
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon

Like a Siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
Belong...

To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts
She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars
`Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars
To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there,
In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared

Was it the Kiss of the mist
That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost souls begging resurrection
From Gods upon their forest plinths
Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin

In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed
To Death, to rend the slender veil
That Ancient Ones might rise again

As shadows swelled
The Countess fell
To masturbating with Her dagger
As the Witch gabbled spells
Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell
As sudden thunder`s grue harangue
Announced two pincered worlds

Exuding bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled graves
To these clandestines
Who shrank from glimpsing horror
That the growls of mating houls inclined...

Resplendent
In pendants
(Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns)
A demons, bewinged, bedight
In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon Her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of christ

"If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O`er lengthening scars of age and grief"

As the Demon slavered foetid vows
And bore His prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in His grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain

And She would rot.
Alone
Insane.
On the twisted nails of faith.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Cradle of Filth - The twisted nails of faith "Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping Styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection (As the moon`s in narrow windows caught) That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and Her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars `Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there, In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the Kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with Her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder`s grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating houls inclined... Resplendent In pendants (Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns) A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon Her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of christ "If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me O`er lengthening scars of age and grief" As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore His prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in His grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That Her lord at war would be cruelly slain And She would rot. Alone Insane. On the twisted nails of faith. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The twisted nails of faith: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/1046.html Все тексты песен: Cradle of Filth » Cradle of Filth - Born In A Burial Gown » Cradle of Filth - Funeral In Carpathia » Cradle of Filth - her ghost in the fog \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Cradle of Filth - saffrons curse \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Cradle of Filth - Of dark blood and fucking » Cradle of Filth - Dusk and her embrace » Cradle of Filth - Dawn Of Eternity » Cradle of Filth - Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids » Cradle of Filth - Summer Dying Faist » Cradle of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh » Cradle of Filth - Cruelty brought thee orchids » Cradle of Filth - Satanic Mantra » Cradle of Filth - Haunted shores » Cradle of Filth - Queen of winter, throned » Cradle of Filth - Darkness Our Bride (jugular Wedding) » Cradle of Filth - Heaven torn asunder » Cradle of Filth - The Black Goddess Rises II » Cradle of Filth - Sodomy And Lust » Cradle of Filth - Bathory Aria (Benighted Like Usher) » Cradle of Filth - As Deep As Any Burial Рекомендуем скачать: » Булат Окуджава - Капли датского короля » Бочаров Владимир - ТЕМ КТО МЕНЯ ЛЮБИЛ » Борис Вайханский - Принцесса Розовых Слонов » Борис Браславский - А утром в белой пене простыней... » Борис Бляхман - Если в вашем кошельке завелися гроши... » Бутырка - Метеорит » Браво - Небо » Би-2 - Зажигать » Би-2 - Тени » Б.Моисеев - Дитя порока » Борис Вайханский - Там, из окон раскрытых струится в траву... » Ближе к небу - Проблема в жизни » Бригада С - Скорый поезд придет » Булат Окуджава, Виктор Берковский - Дальняя дорога » Булат Окуджава - Римская империя » Борис Вайханский - Река » Борис Щеглов - Эхо » Булат Окуджава - Песня о московском муравье » Булат Окуджава - Капли Датского короля » Борис Аникин - Колокол печали
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