Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Damnation And A Day

In the beginning


Rimmed with wind and storm


A great black wrath of infinite math


Spat snarling into form


And there was Heaven


Lit up with precious stones


Each one could fall but for the rule


Of Faith and love and stronger thrones






And therein rose vast wonders


Affections to be seen


Fathered from the plundered


Reflections of a dream






Fogging into nightmare


For him whose place was set


With wayward stars that absent, marred


All creation with their theft






In the beginning


Bewinged and ringed with dawn


This favoured Avatar, enthralled


Swansongs from those that thronged this shore


With Gabriel and Michael


He shone with fierce intent


For loyalty, their joy to see


Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)






For sculptured lips of seraphim


Whom fate then cruelly rent


(With sleight fingered strains of harmony)


Each note to grim portent






As grinning nimbus gathered


Over spires arabesque


For Him that blazed with holy praise


That for a jealous God was meant






Shining Feriluce


Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits


Basked in glory, flew


To lakes in sacred altitudes






Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze


With curling tongues that lapped the lead


As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift)


Until at last, past grasping trees






He paused to draught forbidden streams


That whispered siren promises


To drown his thirst (for sports amiss)






These waters held secrets


Like raped Russian dolls


Wherein evil and good


Tore his soul for control






And drunk with the verse of desire's first words


The weight of the universe


Slunk in rehearsed






Horror in numbers too great to discern


The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm


And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom


Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons






Shining Feriluce


Reflected in jaded mirror


Climbing from the noose


Of time in divine servitude






And thus a strange new melody


Of will and wanton fantasies


Whetted by the veiled, seen


Danced from his ashen lips


In red dawn scores, the silver scream


Of truth and her deleted scenes


Was taken up as far, it seemed


As God his words eclipsed






(Those waters hid visions


Like butchers in war


Perverting the course


Of life's blood evermore...)


In the beginning


Skinned well with gibbous tones


Of countenance and ignorance


In equal measures sewn


A marbled arc of Angels


Sworn to the morningstar


Shared His pride and deep inside


Felt Chill Shadows sweep their cards