Song | The Forest Whispers My Name |
Artist | Cradle of Filth |
Album | 11 Burial Masses |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cradle of Filth | |
Black candles dance to an overture | |
But I am drawn past their flickering lure | |
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room | |
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb | |
I sip the blood-red wine | |
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time | |
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life | |
From chaos born out of love and the scythe | |
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call | |
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves | |
Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn | |
In the dank, odiferous earth | |
We embrace like two lovers at death | |
A monument to the trapping of breath | |
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck | |
To drop roses on my marbled breast | |
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves | |
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze | |
To learn from the dark and the voices between | |
This is my will | |
The forest whispers my name | |
Again and again | |
The forest whispers my name | |
I walk the path | |
To the land of the Dark Immortals | |
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul | |
As the wild hunt careers through the boughs | |
Come to me, my pale enchantress | |
In the moon of the woods we kiss | |
Artemis be near me | |
In the arms of the ancient oak | |
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose | |
And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked | |
Dark faerytales in Phallustein | |
Symbols and signs to know us by | |
Is re-invoked | |
In Phallustein | |
The principle of evil | |
Evolution has been recalled | |
Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon | |
I stand enthralled | |
In the whispering forest | |
Yeah | |
What a ****ing crap way to spend an Easter weekend | |
This is entitled |
zuo ci : Cradle of Filth | |
Black candles dance to an overture | |
But I am drawn past their flickering lure | |
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room | |
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb | |
I sip the bloodred wine | |
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time | |
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life | |
From chaos born out of love and the scythe | |
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call | |
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves | |
Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn | |
In the dank, odiferous earth | |
We embrace like two lovers at death | |
A monument to the trapping of breath | |
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck | |
To drop roses on my marbled breast | |
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves | |
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze | |
To learn from the dark and the voices between | |
This is my will | |
The forest whispers my name | |
Again and again | |
The forest whispers my name | |
I walk the path | |
To the land of the Dark Immortals | |
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul | |
As the wild hunt careers through the boughs | |
Come to me, my pale enchantress | |
In the moon of the woods we kiss | |
Artemis be near me | |
In the arms of the ancient oak | |
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose | |
And the horned, hidden one is reinvoked | |
Dark faerytales in Phallustein | |
Symbols and signs to know us by | |
Is reinvoked | |
In Phallustein | |
The principle of evil | |
Evolution has been recalled | |
Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon | |
I stand enthralled | |
In the whispering forest | |
Yeah | |
What a ing crap way to spend an Easter weekend | |
This is entitled |
zuò cí : Cradle of Filth | |
Black candles dance to an overture | |
But I am drawn past their flickering lure | |
To the breathing forest that surrounds the room | |
Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb | |
I sip the bloodred wine | |
My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time | |
From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life | |
From chaos born out of love and the scythe | |
The forest beckons with her nocturnal call | |
To pull me close amid the baying of wolves | |
Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn | |
In the dank, odiferous earth | |
We embrace like two lovers at death | |
A monument to the trapping of breath | |
As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck | |
To drop roses on my marbled breast | |
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves | |
And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze | |
To learn from the dark and the voices between | |
This is my will | |
The forest whispers my name | |
Again and again | |
The forest whispers my name | |
I walk the path | |
To the land of the Dark Immortals | |
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul | |
As the wild hunt careers through the boughs | |
Come to me, my pale enchantress | |
In the moon of the woods we kiss | |
Artemis be near me | |
In the arms of the ancient oak | |
Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose | |
And the horned, hidden one is reinvoked | |
Dark faerytales in Phallustein | |
Symbols and signs to know us by | |
Is reinvoked | |
In Phallustein | |
The principle of evil | |
Evolution has been recalled | |
Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon | |
I stand enthralled | |
In the whispering forest | |
Yeah | |
What a ing crap way to spend an Easter weekend | |
This is entitled |