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    Cradle Of Filth

    Beneath The Howling Stars

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
    Her spinal chill rakes the earth
    Whilst pensive souls at zero sing
    Woebetidings of rebirth
    Under cold stares of Mars maligned
    Near-suicides cross their hearts
    And unborns writhe in tepid brine
    For something wicked this way starts
    Beneath the howling stars
    Elizabeth, paragon of vice
    Watches the sun set pyres alight
    As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep
    Like spellbound paramours at Her feet
    A chatter of bells without
    Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
    From sleighs hastened through snow lit red
    Guests espied from the garret ledge
    Great gloomy mirror tell Her face
    She will outblind them all
    That heavenly bodies would fall from grace
    To possess such a lustrous pall
    For beauty is always Cruel...
    For beauty is always...
    (Let destiny in chains commence...
    Damnation under Gods seeking recompense
    Enslaving to the whims of this mistress)
    As the dance ensued
    Elizabeth's mood
    Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
    In slick black iciness it grew
    To consume
    The wench Her tower tombed
    Tending to Her costume
    Bore the brunt of the storm
    When the needle askewed
    She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
    Restored to jaded bliss
    This evisceratrix
    Descended to the ball
    With painted blood upon Her lips
    Passing like a comet so white
    As to eclipse
    The waltz wound down, transfixed
    Devoid of all breath in the air
    Even Death paled to compare
    To the taint of Her splendour
    So rare and engendered
    'Pon the awed throng gathered
    There...
    Beneath the howling stars
    She danced so macabre
    Men entranced divined from Her gait
    That this angel stepped from a pedestal
    Had won remission from fate
    By alighting to darker spheres
    Delighting in held sway
    For She was not unlike the Goddess
    To whom the wolves bayed
    Whilst envy glanced daggers
    From court maidens, arboured
    Who whispered in sects
    Of suspicions abroad
    That Elizabeth bewitched
    See how even now the whore casts
    Her spells upon the Black Count
    Whom Her reddened lips hold fast
    Tongue unto tongue
    Swept on tides without care
    For the harpies who rallied
    Their maledict glares
    A halo of ravens tousled Her hair
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