Her Ghost In The Fog Lyric Cradle of Filth LOVECRAFT AND WITCH HEARTS

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of
trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the
Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may
accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall
see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A
Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her
everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on
watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have
Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees
stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An
imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the
light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their
way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips
that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly
blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men
of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath
the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty
bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back
to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest
jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to
Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand
inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and
final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower
key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a
witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty
signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond
compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine
eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky
white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for
Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her
phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best
reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to
flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the
taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a
mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And
I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in
the fog


 

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