Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Bitter Suites To Succubi

I pace, alone 
In a place for the dead 
Overcome by woe 
And here, I've grown 
So fond of dread 
That I swear it's heaven 


Oh sweet Mary, 
Dressed in grief 
Roll back the stone 


With these words scrawled in a severed hand 
Tears fall like shards of glass that band 
In rivers, like sinners 
Swept with me to join the damned 


A darkened sky 
The day that laughter died 
Fell swiftly into night 
And stayed within Her sight 
Staring at the knife 
Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice 
My life, to have Her with me 


So farewell to distant thunder 
Those inept stars I've worshipped under 
Fall father, their Father 
Lies in wait in flames below 
Whilst my love, a blood red flower 
Calls to me from verdant bowers 
Graveside, I cry 
Please save me from this Hell I know 


A darkened sky 
The day that laughter died 
Fell swiftly into night 
And stayed within Her sight 
Staring at the knife 
Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice 
My life, to have Her with me 


An eye for an eye as espied in the bible 
My faith is lost to the burning of idols 
One less cross to press upon the survival 
Of this lorded agony 


And I, (much as I have tried 
To bury Her from mind, 
Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) 
Still sense Her presence so divine 
Lithe arms about my throat 
Like pining swans entwined 
Footfalls at nightfall close to mine 


Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release 


I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars 
See Her face in every natural feature 
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... 
With glee deceiving me 


Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release 


I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her 
Sirensong to sing along, no finer 
Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor 
Strike a chord with misery 


No light nor reef 
No unsinkable of romance keeps me 
Safely from the stormy seas 
Now drowning, resounding 
Death-knells pound my dreams 
Unthinkable to dredge through this 
Listless and lonely winter frieze 


A darken sky 
This day hereafter dies 
Falls swiftly into night 
And stays within my sight 
Staring at the knife 
Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice 
My life, to have Her with me 


No more a victim of a crusade 
Where souls are strung from a moral palisade 
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away... 
I journey now on jewelled sands 
Beneath a moon to Summerlands 
To grace Her lips with contraband 
The blaze once in my veins