Lyrics:

the garden swells with a thousand more wiseForever flung to celestial dreamsclawing at the grave of the dead nazareneI watch the storm approachingthe darkness calls my namethe trees are growing restlessthey feel the season changetheir fruit has putrifiedforbidden once and bound to diethe thread of life lies severedon the brink of paradiseGrinning winds of hate unfurleddash towers tall that grip the suntalons stretch her veilreclamation, our time has come...Autumn spreads its golden wingsand lays the path for those unseena tangled web of evil spun at last...Winter spawn from barren thighsto readdress, to slay the blindand throw the reins untethered to the skiesThey pray to the full moon risingDiana moving with such infinite gracewrapped alone in a blanket of nightfallhow many secrets can they read by your face?Will they know of majestyof beauty held in dream-dead sleepand scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?Will their \'god\' of bridled loveassuage our rule from planes aboveor shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?WAR!Wrest askew the nailsthat have held you, lurking deepSeptember prayers are waningburn the shrines of fettered sheepSpearhead the insurrectionof a world that seeks no end\'We are what we are, what we shall be, again...\'Appear; draped in terrorto the comfort of your kinStain the milky sunset redand let the other in...Summer's dying...
Cradle Of Filth Summer Dying Fast