Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Thornography

With the snow fallen thick 
And bonfires alit 
And shooting stars portents of rips 
I ascended to spur 
A mere glimpse of murmur 
From her precious celestial lips 


Be it sun to your moon 
“Be it moon to your sun” 
Together we promised to come 
With a turn of the screw 
And a slip of the tongue 
We eclipsed one another undone 


Through the mist, through the woods 
With the night-wraiths I’ve stood 
Atop murderous peaks calling you 
On storm-lashed beachheads 
Where the fisherman dread 
The things your bewitchments accrue 


Those deep creatures bring 
Her cut diamond rings 
A girl with a pearl necklace her 
Advancing in fevers 
Tsunamis and myrrh 
Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? 


She lights the skies 
Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean 
To spite her thighs 
That Lucifer snuck inside 
And with his pride 
Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen 
So paradise 
Could shine from out her skirts 


“I adorn myself at dusk 
With ornaments to close the noose 
A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell 


My body glows with lust 
Anaemic as the flag of truce 
I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell” 


With every twist I cannot resist her 
Fertile female mind control 
This wanton witch, white rapids sister 
To whom I pour my wine and soul 


From a copse of black yews 
Where the moon was drawn through 
Like a sword through a Gordian knot 
She descended to me 
Claiming swift victory 
Over the heart I had near soon forgot 


With every kiss this huntress whispered; 
“Yield to my sweet embrace 
One night of bliss”. I could not dismiss her 
Once her beauty shot me a darker face 


You mesmerise my soul Diana 
You mesmerise my soul