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So He took His place before the firewallOf dissonant choirs whose faith in oneWas embraced in this wraith whose fate was hungBetween forgiveness and the damage doneAn electric scent over drear decayLent a violent surge to their serenades...Through white glades as His winged paradeBent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razorsWithin vast skies unversed in starknessHis might grewAnd blew light hues to grey...And worse, a third of stars to darknessThen thunder seethedAnd wreathed in thickening nightA line was drawn midst wrong and rightAnd across the throats of thievesAs love fell choked, the tempest brokeFrom heaven's farthest shoreDescending to eclipse all hopeRepentance might stay holy warHe would not heel nor fake a bowMurmur curses to the windEnraged, he raved in Balrog howlsUpon a storm firstborn of sinIncensed anew, rebellions toreLike frenzied beasts of preyThrough temple doors...Thrown east before the midnight massesAnd where once bliss reigned so sereneIn sweeter gladesNow veins ran openly...Like eyes that shied from kindred ashesWhen suddenlyThere shone a hideous lightAnd a voice like three insanitiesSoared up in thistled speech...\'Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt noneAnd for this grave mistakeHow thou art fallen Morning SunThe proud will be abased\'He would not heel nor fake a bowMurmur curses to the windAnd Lo, the wrath of god swept down...\'Thou art no more an angel filledWith light, but a leech to be abhorredAnd thou shalt suffer My burning will\'...Quoth this raven: \'Nevermore\'Never fucking moreAnd with these words like heavy stoneCast against that gilded throneWith many legions still in towHe turned his wings to fleeHis eyes a picture of distasteDrawn to tears and in their placeThe dawn of time and fates to faceThrough all eternity...I wept for him a deep red riverThat ran like blood through scarred ravinesTo sluice away the guilt that slitheredLike a serpent tongue to EveFor once as I, in heaven climbedToo high for truth to truly seeMy sunken mind, drunken and blindSaw the lie; That fool was Me...Alone and cold, face to the crackBeyond dark gates with no way backHis crown of gold faded to blackLike a bruise upon the heart that lingersWith thrill kill culture shock wave lenghtsOf rope to hang highTen commandments by...Snaked about his upraised fingers
Cradle Of Filth An Enemy Led The Tempest