Song | Deceiving Eyes |
Artist | Cradle of Filth |
Album | Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
On the night all mirrors fell silent | |
And the clocks struck accord with the rain | |
A storm swept in with such violence | |
The dead rose to complain | |
The stars were ill-crossed as the weather | |
Lost in its bitumen cloak | |
The angels were warring, slick with endeavor | |
Falling like tears through the thickening smoke | |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder | |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
She stirs from dreams, barely three feet under | |
Victoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
I knew the beast took second place | |
When I looked into your eyes | |
Your deceiving eyes | |
Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
And serpents hissing revelations | |
Your deceiving eyes | |
They tell enough of how | |
I fell in love | |
With the goddess creeping deep inside you | |
And with the tumult up above him roaring | |
Isaac sought her shallow grave | |
As lightning bolted through | |
The grim down-pouring rain | |
He struck the hallowed earth again | |
Having torn at the soil like a man insaneНе threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos | |
And from that pit of shame | |
He bore the coffin from her sorry lot' | |
Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot | |
Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked | |
To splinter her sarcophagus | |
And gaze upon her face | |
VictoriaVictoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
Making mockery of rosaries | |
His needs will never rival | |
His needs will never rival mine | |
I recall a summer's day | |
The sunlight bathed your penitential scars | |
As I sat and washed the blood away | |
Now your body stays | |
And the coldness of your lips | |
Eclipse like the first true kiss of winter | |
Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread | |
She was shining through her winding shroud | |
A moon amid the mad, this son of | |
Adam hadA gift for the pretty young nun | |
A necklace wrought of twining snakes | |
Two gold illicit tongues | |
He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung | |
He was burning from the furnace of his 'roused desire | |
He wrested with temptation | |
To be or unfulfilled | |
She was undressed for ovation | |
Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed | |
And with his driven lust exploding | |
Her lashes brushed his cheeks | |
They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding | |
Purring, licking wicked teeth | |
Victoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
You have left him just for me | |
I see it in deceiving eyes | |
Those deceiving eyes | |
Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
And serpents hissing revelations | |
Those deceiving eyes | |
They tell enough of how | |
I fell in love | |
With the goddess re-arisen in you |
On the night all mirrors fell silent | |
And the clocks struck accord with the rain | |
A storm swept in with such violence | |
The dead rose to complain | |
The stars were illcrossed as the weather | |
Lost in its bitumen cloak | |
The angels were warring, slick with endeavor | |
Falling like tears through the thickening smoke | |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder | |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
She stirs from dreams, barely three feet under | |
Victoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
I knew the beast took second place | |
When I looked into your eyes | |
Your deceiving eyes | |
Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
And serpents hissing revelations | |
Your deceiving eyes | |
They tell enough of how | |
I fell in love | |
With the goddess creeping deep inside you | |
And with the tumult up above him roaring | |
Isaac sought her shallow grave | |
As lightning bolted through | |
The grim downpouring rain | |
He struck the hallowed earth again | |
Having torn at the soil like a man insane threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos | |
And from that pit of shame | |
He bore the coffin from her sorry lot' | |
Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot | |
Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked | |
To splinter her sarcophagus | |
And gaze upon her face | |
VictoriaVictoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
Making mockery of rosaries | |
His needs will never rival | |
His needs will never rival mine | |
I recall a summer' s day | |
The sunlight bathed your penitential scars | |
As I sat and washed the blood away | |
Now your body stays | |
And the coldness of your lips | |
Eclipse like the first true kiss of winter | |
Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread | |
She was shining through her winding shroud | |
A moon amid the mad, this son of | |
Adam hadA gift for the pretty young nun | |
A necklace wrought of twining snakes | |
Two gold illicit tongues | |
He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung | |
He was burning from the furnace of his ' roused desire | |
He wrested with temptation | |
To be or unfulfilled | |
She was undressed for ovation | |
Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed | |
And with his driven lust exploding | |
Her lashes brushed his cheeks | |
They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding | |
Purring, licking wicked teeth | |
Victoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
You have left him just for me | |
I see it in deceiving eyes | |
Those deceiving eyes | |
Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
And serpents hissing revelations | |
Those deceiving eyes | |
They tell enough of how | |
I fell in love | |
With the goddess rearisen in you |
On the night all mirrors fell silent | |
And the clocks struck accord with the rain | |
A storm swept in with such violence | |
The dead rose to complain | |
The stars were illcrossed as the weather | |
Lost in its bitumen cloak | |
The angels were warring, slick with endeavor | |
Falling like tears through the thickening smoke | |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder | |
Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
She stirs from dreams, barely three feet under | |
Victoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
I knew the beast took second place | |
When I looked into your eyes | |
Your deceiving eyes | |
Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
And serpents hissing revelations | |
Your deceiving eyes | |
They tell enough of how | |
I fell in love | |
With the goddess creeping deep inside you | |
And with the tumult up above him roaring | |
Isaac sought her shallow grave | |
As lightning bolted through | |
The grim downpouring rain | |
He struck the hallowed earth again | |
Having torn at the soil like a man insane threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos | |
And from that pit of shame | |
He bore the coffin from her sorry lot' | |
Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot | |
Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked | |
To splinter her sarcophagus | |
And gaze upon her face | |
VictoriaVictoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
Making mockery of rosaries | |
His needs will never rival | |
His needs will never rival mine | |
I recall a summer' s day | |
The sunlight bathed your penitential scars | |
As I sat and washed the blood away | |
Now your body stays | |
And the coldness of your lips | |
Eclipse like the first true kiss of winter | |
Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread | |
She was shining through her winding shroud | |
A moon amid the mad, this son of | |
Adam hadA gift for the pretty young nun | |
A necklace wrought of twining snakes | |
Two gold illicit tongues | |
He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung | |
He was burning from the furnace of his ' roused desire | |
He wrested with temptation | |
To be or unfulfilled | |
She was undressed for ovation | |
Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed | |
And with his driven lust exploding | |
Her lashes brushed his cheeks | |
They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding | |
Purring, licking wicked teeth | |
Victoria, | |
I come to claim my prize | |
Stealing from the convent' | |
Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
For though you greased the palm of | |
SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
You have left him just for me | |
I see it in deceiving eyes | |
Those deceiving eyes | |
Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
And serpents hissing revelations | |
Those deceiving eyes | |
They tell enough of how | |
I fell in love | |
With the goddess rearisen in you |