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Cradle Of Filth

Альбом:

Nymphetamine - 2004

Текст песни:

Absinthe With Faust

Pour the emerald wine
Into crytal glasses
We will touch the divine
Through kissed catharsis

Let us pitch to the seven year itch
Of the ultra-decadent
To a tainted world the the painted girls
That our fantasies spent

Tripping through the boudoirs laced with opiate themes
Sipping the bizzare, tasting copious dreams
A toast to those most sacriligeous of days
Where for every whom won...
One soon repays

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned...

The damned
The damned
The damned

We have spent our time
Drenched in opulent splendour
But when midnight chimes
Will gilded souls surrender?

Let us drink on the giddying brink
Of pools of excrement
All manner of shit for the glamous and glitz
Mephistopheles lent

I remember the night as if it were engraved
A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves
To the shore from the moon and be Her grace
Came that erudite stranger
That fucker...

He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all, lost our souls

Come my friend, to fate let's raise
Two finger shots at this our last soiree
For tomorrow I fear
Swoops all too deadly near
This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate

We touched the stars
That now laugh from afar
At we, the damned...

The damned
The damned
The damned

He was a predator, creditor cold
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll
And all that glittered was not gold
But we wanted everything
And for it all, lost our souls
Our souls
For it all lost our souls
Our souls

Filthiness Is Godliness
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