Texty & Preklad: cradle of filth - hurt virtue Pod týmto nájdete text s prekladom hneď vedľa! Na našej stránke nájdete mnoho textov s prekladmi cradle of filth! Pozrite si náš archív a ostatné texty, napríklad kliknite na písmeno cradle of filth c a uvidíte aké piene od cradle of filth máme v našom archíve a viac podobných ako hurt virtue.
Distant vistas, swathed in the haze Of the reddening sunset Fell to whispers 'neath stars That marred descending skies From the cusp of midnight mountains Wending as a mist Rebels truced with Feriluce (In truth, few could resist) Came praising his hell raising through The sparse and marble clime Where Virtue bathed, their ravings made Her fountains flood with wine Lifted with the gift Of their dark seductive songs She drifted from the path She was surely set upon Courting chaos, prized in sight Of the covering angel, taught in ways of Smothering another lover Other than God Worshiped in each other's arms Like spider eidolons The moon conducted like a charm Those strange attachments on And this is how they came to be Dragged before the throne Through tongues that hung whilst theirs were run On soft white throats and punctured moans Though fated now than later By his tutor that had been He baited the Creator With the future he had seen Of Michael, psyched with jealousies A Reich right by his side And worming Man about to be The apple of his eye His children lost to free will And the cost of beaten hearts Like the night 'twixt vice and Virtue When her kiss became a scar Seraph enemies Why has my lord forsaken my judgment Am I not free as he To indulge my darkest fantasies? From embittered lips These words were slaved Split with the whips Of their witch hunt gathered He sought her grave Midst drowning crowds that howled in rage Blasphemer, blasphemer though she was gone Not lyriced to the song of their spirited throng But ghosted back where she belong A grace embracing Michael In a lace of tears that bleared his pride He swallowed, blood followed Though with spit for all things divine Though with spit for all things so fucking blind His seal he tore and to the floor He threw this tie to heaven Signifying holy war And watchful of this sign A thousand flames, unauthorized Left celestial posts To coalesce and, unified Return their fallen leader As he turned one final time And threw a glance Like a downward lance That stung like guilt in every mind