The Death of Love - Cradle of Filth

"Her penultimate sighs

Called softly on the kindling wind

Her saintly eyes filling with tears

Lifting with truth

And then, a golden flash like the onset of Heaven

Leaving her screams breaking my heart

And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love"

Where will you be they tense for warfare?

What will you see with your innocent stare?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be they tense for warfare?

Where will you be when God is glorifying?

There we will be between the dead and dying

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when God is calling for me?

Prophecies of glory forge a massive disdain

For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns

Devoted to the votive, holy standard above

By command of the king of Heaven

Came the death of... love

Where will you be when they're vilifying?

How will they see when the truth is blinding?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when they vilify me?

Where will you be when the dark is rising?

How will you keep from its terrorizing?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when the dark is rising?

Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom

On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound

But visions and ambition

Never listened to submission

And she was on a mission from the highest above

To Lord upon the slaughter

Like a sword through hissing water

She arose where archers sought her

For the death, the death of love

The righteous death of love

Gilles adored her drama

Her suit of pure white armor

Blazed against the English in a torrent of light

And as they rallied onto night

A cancer fled his soul

Dissolving

Framed amidst the thick of fire

Aflame, a Valkyrie

She made him click without desire

And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when they caught her breath

Her words would leave a scar

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

How will you know if the sky is burning?

Where will you be my darling?

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?

Where will you be when Babel builds my fire?

Will you not flee and label me pariah?

Where will you be my darling?

Where will you be when they light my pyre?

Aligned with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine

He swore to score the crimes

Jackdaws poured on this dove

Crimes he knew alone derived from minds of the blind

The church unfurled for murder perched upon the death of love

Framed amidst the thick of fire

Aflame, a Valkyrie

She claimed the sky was lit with spires

And in his eyes she swam a Goddess

And even when she fought, for breath

Her words would leave a scar