Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Evermore Darkly

Through acrid clouds of summer flies 
the garden swells with a thousand more wise 
Forever flung to celestial dreams 
clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene 


I watch the storm approaching 
the darkness calls my name 
the trees are growing restless 
they feel the season change 
their fruit has putrified 
forbidden once and bound to die 
the thread of life lies severed 
on the brink of paradise 


Grinning winds of hate unfurled 
dash towers tall that grip the sun 
talons stretch her veil 
reclamation, our time has come... 


Autumn spreads its golden wings 
and lays the path for those unseen 
a tangled web of evil spun at last... 
Winter spawn from barren thighs 
to readdress, to slay the blind 
and throw the reins untethered to the skies 


They pray to the full moon rising 
Diana moving with such infinite grace 
wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall 
how many secrets can they read by your face? 


Will they know of majesty 
of beauty held in dream-dead sleep 
and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? 
Will their "god" of bridled love 
assuage our rule from planes above 
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? 


WAR! 


Wrest askew the nails 
that have held you, lurking deep 
September prayers are waning 
burn the shrines of fettered sheep 
Spearhead the insurrection 
of a world that seeks no end 
"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." 


Appear; draped in terror 
to the comfort of your kin 
Stain the milky sunset red 
and let the other in... 


Summer's dying...