Cradle of Filth - A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding

Spells lay daggers before me
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
the tumour grows until the enemy is slain
Slightless sto rm
knee-deep in hate I seeth
my purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of Men
millions regardless
dying by my hand
A Black Age Of Fire
brief in its vicious eloquence
removing the dross
love wi will arise from the ashes of your loss
Then and only then
wi will the pleasure of Eden be mine
and the sinews of life itself wi will be tied
in the very veins of my bloodline
And their tears taste like wine...
I wi will rule as a king
and the Goddess wi will sit as my guiding Queen
in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded
with the jewels of blasphemy
The blood is the life
I seek to evoke a new order in Man
a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
the lion is vexed to uproot and descend
Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
tempering weapons of criminal lust
I hold sway from the East to fulfi will prophecies
thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease
The blood is the life
Even the moon wi will not lend thee her light
the darkness serves wi will to snuff out human life
that I might reclaimthe world as my right
I ki will without scruple or silent regret
in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
for Imthe pleasure that comes from your pain
tiny red miracles falling like...rain
The incessant pall of death surrounds me
but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
there wi will be no dread thereafter
the mysteries I reveal unto thee
I stir the hearts of the wisest
by the fools I wi will always be feared
my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...
A crescendo of passion bleeding...
on the pale reflection of dawn
Devour The Sun
"The Great Man of his time
is He who expresses
the Wi will of his time;
who tells his time what it wills;
and who carries it out"