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An Enemy Led The Tempest

Cradle Of Filth

Damnation And A Day

An Enemy Led The Tempest - Cradle Of Filth

As pride precedes a downfall

So he took his place

Before the firewall

Of dissonant choirs

Whose faith in one

Was embraced in this wraith

Whose fate was hung

Between forgiveness and the damage done

An electric scent

Over drear decay

Lent a violent surge

To their serenades

Through white glades

As his winged parade

Bent to silhouette

And to sharpen dull razor

Within vast skies

Unversed in star knees

His might grew

And blew light hues to grey

And worse a third of stars to darkness

Then thunder

Seethed and wreathed

In thickening night

A line was drawn

Midst wrong and right

And across the throats of thieves

As love fell choked

The tempest broke

From heaven's farthest shore

Descending to eclipse all hope

Repentance might stay holy war

He would not heel

Nor fake a bow

Murmur curses to the wind

Enraged he raved in a balrog howls

Upon a storm firstborn of sin

Incensed anew

Rebellions tore

Like frenzied beasts of prey

Through temple doors

Through east before

The midnight masses

And where once bliss

Reigned so serene

In sweeter glades

Now viens ran openly

Like eyes that shied from kindered ashes

When suddenly

There shone a hideous light

And a voice like three inanities

Soared up in thirst led speech

Thou hast bred hate where

There dwelt none and for this grave mistake

How thou art falling morning sun

The proud will be abased

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He would not heel

Nor fake a bow

Murmur curses to the wind

And lo the wrath of God swept down

Thou art no more

An angel filled with light

But a leech to be abhorred

And thou shalt suffer

My burning will

Quoth this raven

Nevermore

Never f**king more

And with these words

Like heavy stone

Cast against that

Gilded throne

With many legions

Still in tow

He turned his wings to flee

His eyes a picture of distaste

Dawn to tears and in their place

The dawn of time and fates to face

Through all eternity

I wept for him a deep red river

That ran like blood

Through scarred ravines

To sluice away the guilt

That slithered

Like a serpent tongue to eve

For once as I

In heaven climbed too high

For truth to truly see

My sunken mind

Drunken and blind

Saw the lie that fool was me

Alone and cold

Face to the crack

Beyond dark gates

With no way back

His crown of gold

Faded to black

Like a bruise

Upon the heart that lingers

With thrill kill

Culture shock wave lengths

Of rope to hang high

Ten commandments by

Snaked about his upraised fingers