Cradle Of Filth Lyrics

Album: Damnation And A Day

An Enemy Led The Tempest Lyrics

As pride precedes a downfall, so he took his place before the firewall

Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one

Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung 

Between forgiveness and the damage done

 

An electric scent over drear decay lent a violent surge to their serenades

Through white glades as his winged parade

Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors

 

 

  Within vast skies unversed in starknees his might grew

  And blew light hues to grey...and worse, a third of stars to darkness

 

Then thunder seethed and wreathed in thickening night

A line was drawn midst wrong and right and across the throuts of thieves

As love fell choked, the tempest broke from Heaven's farthest shore

Descending to eclipse all hope, repentance might stay holy war

 

He would not heel nor fake a bow, Murmur curses to the wind

Enraged, he raved in a Balrog howls upon a storm firstborn of sin

 

 

  Incensed anew, rebellions tore like frenzied beasts of prey

  Through temple doors...through east before the midnight masses

  And where once bliss reigned so serene in sweeter glades

  Now viens ran openly...like eyes that shied from kindered ashes

 

When suddenly there shone a hideous light

And a voice like three inanities soared up in thistled speech

Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none and for this grave mistake

How thou art falling morning sun.....the proud will be abased 

 

He would not heel nor fake a bow, Murmur curses to the wind

And lo - the wrathof God swept down...

 

Thou art no more an Angel filled with light, but a leech to be abhorred

And thou shalt suffer my burning will, Quoth this raven...nevermore 

 

Neverfuckingmore...

 

 

And with these words like heavy stone cast against that gilded throne

With many legions still in tow, he turned his wings to flee

His eyes a picture of distaste, dawn to tears and in their place

The dawn of time and fates to face, through all eternity...

 

I wept for him a deep red river that ran like blood through scarred ravines

To sluice away the guilt that slithered like a Serpent tongue to Eve 

For once as I in Heaven climbed too high for truth to truly see

My sunken mind, drunken and blind, saw the lie - that fool was me...

 

 

Alone and cold, face to the crack, beyond dark gates with no way back

His crown of gold faded to black like a bruise upon the heart that lingers

 

 

  With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths of rope to hang high

  Ten commandments by...snaked about his upraised fingers...