Teksty: Cradle Of Filth. A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding.

Spells lay daggers before me
Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
The tumor grows until the enemy is slain

Slight-less storm
Knee-deep in hate, I seethe
My purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of men
Millions regardless, dying by my hand

A black age of fire
Brief in its vicious eloquence
Removing the dross
Love will arise from the ashes of your loss

Then and only then
Will the pleasure of Eden be mine
And the sinews of life itself will be tied
In the very veins of my bloodline
And their tears tasted sweet

I will rule as a king
And the Goddess will sit
As my guiding Queen
In the glory of the earth
Our crowns are studded
With the jewels of blasphemy
Blasphemy

Slight-less storm
Knee-deep in hate, I seethe
My purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of men
Millions regardless, dying by my hand

Your blood is the life
Your blood is the life

I seek to evoke a new order in Man
A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
The lion is vexed to uproot and descend

Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
Tempering weapons of criminal lust
I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease

Your blood is the life
Your blood is the life

Even the moon, will not lend thee her light
The darkness serves will to snuff out human life
That I might reclaim the world as my right

I kill without scruple or silent regret
In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
Tiny red miracles falling like rain

The incessant walls of death surrounds me
But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
There will be no dread thereafter
The mysteries, I reveal unto thee

I stir the hearts of the wisest
By the fools, I will always be feared
My kingdom feeds off their slaughter
A crescendo of passion bleeding
On the pale reflection of dawn

Devour the sun