Cradle of Filth - Malice Through The Looking Glass

Malice Through The Looking Glass

Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me...
Imassailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
I shalt suffer this confessional mime
Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god oer her vision and voice
"Imas dusk come to ravish the light"
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
"I wi will answer the prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life...