Malice Through the Looking Glass - Cradle of Filth

Take away the wine

For restlessness plagues me...

I am assailed by a spectre profounder

Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime

I shalt suffer the confessional mime

Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas

Only once it is dark doth my misery cease

She died to a sky dressed in flame

Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice

Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice

"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"

Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night

"I will answer thy prayers"

If thou Wouldst drink of my life...

encroaching evening skies

die with such tragedy

and those interred in cold graves

dwell on pleasures to be...

in deep hysteria where our legend still breathes

through sweet death and thereafter

sweeping nightmares... shalt feed