Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Thornography

One might see in Mina 
My disease 
But it was She who has infected me 
For all eternity... 


As the sun slips the tearaway stars 
Into the scented scheme of night 
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose 
Set upon a marbled dream of white 
So pure of thought like a Vestal statue 
Jewelled with a God-lent grace 
I was close to coming when she bid adieu 
Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there 


On Mina, obscener 
Thoughts obsess my days 
Oh Mina, obscener 
Thoughts possess me 
That I must now obey 


They say the darkest hour 
Is that before the dawn 
When nothing in one’s power 
Can dissipate the great forlorn 
Shadows of fire that haunt me 
Like risen whispers of her name 


For dawn is a dusk 
Wherein needs must 
Erupt from the grave, aflame 


Written in the dead of night 
And riding on the burning wind 
Smitten by her read delight 
My words alight like leave of sin 


Stepping through a mirror 
The princess of the emerald glass 
Brought me on sip nearer 
Love’s infernal past... 


They say Hell hath no furies 
Like a woman scorned by life 
When the Heavenly Judge and juries 
Participate to chain this wife 
With forced virtue, Her secret needs 
On warm we nights, with storm-wracked bites 
I gave her Eden after the flood 


Written in the dead of night 
And riding on the burning wind 
Smitten by her read delight 
My words alight like leaves of sin 


Verona, Marishka, Aleera 
Brides of old and goddesses all 
Forgive my wishes to be always near her 
Forever or whenever seas recall 


The Aphrodite from my embrace 
For as Mars (whom her lips placate) 
I tore these shores with wars of hatred 
Before our Paris wet his fate 
In Helen, one might find mistake 
In winning tragedy 
For all eternity... 


I am still lovesick for Mina 
I am still so lovesick for Mina