CRADLE OF FILTH – Swansong For A Raven / Mother Of Abominations

From the album Nymphetamine (2004)

Forgive the day’s Last serenades Her skies they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains That Death would claim His robes of office swim in

As would I For his dark eye Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe On charred remains With shared disdain For those I chose to mortify

Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa

A verse for her whispered to the earth (A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin) Praises her curves so oft concurred

Though she wasâ?¦ No Snow White on the night she died Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried

For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride The Devil’s pride Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise

But they would writhe For my dark eye Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s On Esther’s reign And in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs

Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa

Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetryâ?¦

I wasâ?¦ No dark knight, breaking men like ice I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and last goodbyes

Now I dream Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion Where beauty streams Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come To tear out her spells In red lettered cells Wherein even the crown prince of Hell Come out of his arrogant shell Would falter to better

But her face soon dispels And as black feathers fell From heaven’s smoke So I woke to insanity Her exquisite corpse Found fit for their sport Of course Would burn on the morrow with meâ?¦

And there on this night Strung up in my sight Naked she sways Displayed for their vulgar delight

I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames That to passion are tame Not nearly the same searing pain (I pray) As held sway upon losing her Nor the mettle of roars That will settle like ashes and scores As with our ghosts in the fog When we both turn no more

Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching power slide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphet amines Minds desensitized Night chords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasized Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphet amines Minds desensitized Night chords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasized Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping Gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Except no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perennial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack