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soft winds whisper the bidding of treesas this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heartand the Midnightmare trampling of dreamsBut on, no tears pleaseFear and pain may accompany DeathBut it is desire that shepherds it's certaintyas We shall see...\'She was divinity's creatureThat kissed in cold mirrorsA Queen of SnosFar beyond compareLips attuned to symmetrySought Her everywhereDark liqoured eyesAn Arabian nightmare...She shone on watercoloursOf my pondlife as pearlUntil those who couldn't have HerCut Her free of this WorldThat fateful Eve when...The trees stank of sunset and camphorTheir lanterns chased phantoms and threwAn imquisitive glance, like the shadows they castOn my love picking rue by the light of the moonPutting reason to flightOr to death as their wayThey crept through woods mesmerizedBy the taffeta LeyOf Her hips that held swayOver all they surveyedSave a mist on the rise(A deadly blessing to hide)Her ghost in the fogThey raped left...(Five men of God)...Her ghost in the fogDawn discovered Her thereBeneath the Cedar's stareSilk dress torn, Her raven hairFlown to gown Her beauty baredWas starred with frost, I knew Her lostI wept 'til tears crept back to prayerShe'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood\'Never to partLest jealous Heaven stole our hearts\'Then this I screamed:\'Come back to MeI was born in love with theeSo why should fate stand inbetween?\'And as I drowned Her gentle curvesWith dreams unsaid and final wordsI espied a gleam trodden to earthThe Church bell tower key...The village mourned her by the byFor She'd been a witchtheir Men had longed to tryAnd I broke under Christ seeking guilty signsMy tortured soul on iceA Queen of snowFar beyond compareLips attuned to symmetrySought Her everywhereTrappistine eyesAn Arabian nightmare...She was Ersulie possessedOf a milky white skinMy porcelain YinA graceful Angel of SinAnd so for Her...The breeze stank of sunset and camphorMy lantern chased Her phantom and blewTheir Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a painBest reserved for judgement that their bible construed...Putting reason to flightOr to flame unashamedI swept form criesMesmerizedBy the taffeta LeyOr Her hips that held swayOver all those at baySave a mist on the riseA final blessing to hideHer ghost in the fogAnd I embracedWhere lovers rot...Her ghost in the fogHer ghost in the fog
Cradle Of Filth Her Ghost In The Fog