Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life (Album Version) Lyrics
| Song | Midnight Shadows Crawl to Darken Counsel with Life (Album Version) |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Godspeed On The Devil's Thunder |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:01.03] | Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives |
| [00:05.45] | Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them |
| [00:12.59] | And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh |
| [00:41.72] | The evening air laps thick about |
| [00:43.99] | The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims |
| [00:47.43] | As dusk now slips away |
| [00:51.10] | Where taught to run, the rotten tongue |
| [00:53.47] | Of a hotter Götterdämerung |
| [00:56.52] | Has started licking like a flame |
| [01:06.05] | Whispers in the dismal mist |
| [01:08.05] | Are full of crystal promises |
| [01:15.16] | Black rites begun in earnest |
| [01:17.82] | Ignite Hell's hungry furnace |
| [01:39.63] | Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side |
| [01:44.49] | Demonic passions climbing |
| [01:46.96] | Ill-fated stars aligning |
| [01:49.31] | Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master |
| [01:53.84] | The tide of blood is rising |
| [01:56.35] | His gifts will be providing |
| [01:59.79] | Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais |
| [02:03.38] | Haunts the furthest tower |
| [02:05.52] | Wherein death has sucked the hour |
| [02:09.08] | There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay |
| [02:12.95] | And drooling razors next to come |
| [02:15.26] | Unspool red secrets from the young |
| [02:27.03] | The moon grinned full, the games were chaste |
| [02:29.42] | When the children first arrived |
| [02:31.77] | Now midnight shadows crawl apace |
| [02:34.81] | To darken council with their lives |
| [02:56.10] | Flesh and ecstasy as sport |
| [02:58.60] | Are immortal vices of the highest order |
| [03:01.85] | Wherein devilry holds sway |
| [03:05.59] | Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled |
| [03:08.20] | Their songs of Necronomicon |
| [03:11.31] | Spoke out of Gilles de Rais |
| [03:15.64] | Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side |
| [03:20.32] | Demonic passions climbing |
| [03:22.81] | Ill-fated stars aligning |
| [03:25.21] | Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master |
| [03:29.76] | The tide of blood is rising |
| [03:32.14] | His gifts will be providing |
| [03:35.71] | Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais |
| [03:39.28] | Haunts the furthest tower |
| [03:41.38] | Wherein death has sucked the hour |
| [03:44.92] | There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay |
| [03:48.77] | And drooling razors next to come |
| [03:50.81] | Unspool red secrets from the young |
| [04:03.11] | Each murdered son, each frozen rose |
| [04:05.33] | Handpicked, was gently fed |
| [04:07.84] | To the sumptuous one in black and those |
| [04:10.84] | Whose lives where thrown in with the dead |
| [04:22.94] | The candles lit, the stage was set |
| [04:27.03] | As it was in sainted days |
| [04:32.10] | When censers swung and banners hung |
| [04:36.46] | On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine |
| [04:50.86] | Now the castle floats in the drifting fog |
| [04:54.04] | Torn from it's moorings |
| [04:56.15] | Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell |
| [05:00.43] | As innocents entreat a shifting God |
| [05:03.47] | Their voices soaring |
| [05:06.01] | On a silver tide to heaven |
| [05:08.65] | On a knife edge as they fell |
| [05:19.67] | The blade would plunge in virulent arcs |
| [05:22.29] | Such wounds would stretch away |
| [05:24.76] | By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks |
| [05:27.64] | Of the monster Gilles de Rais |
| [05:33.51] | Gilded Gilles de Rais |
| [05:39.08] | Comets vomited |
| [05:41.56] | The restless bells of crime |
| [05:44.25] | Peeled black skin from broken bones |
| [05:46.77] | Of angels cut from the nicks of time |
| [05:58.57] | Festering faces with painted eyes |
| [06:00.85] | The prettiest kept to be thrust inside |
| [06:03.32] | Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side |
| [06:05.64] | Caked in kissed goodbyes |
| [06:11.84] | Caked in kissed goodbyes |
| [06:17.52] | Days faded in decay |
| [06:19.78] | The stench of perfume lied |
| [06:22.04] | No horror in the glades of man |
| [06:25.02] | Was left for Barron to provide |
| [06:55.72] | So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart |
| [06:58.15] | And it's sordid, morbid crack |
| [07:00.31] | No further atrocity could possibly surpass |
| [07:02.74] | Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back |
| [07:34.89] | The evening air laps thick about |
| [07:37.40] | The moat that Tiffuages claims |
| [07:40.06] | As dusk now slips away |
| [07:43.88] | Where taught to run, the rotten tongue |
| [07:46.23] | Of a hotter Götterdämerung |
| [07:49.39] | Has started licking like a flame |
| [00:01.03] | Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives |
| [00:05.45] | Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them |
| [00:12.59] | And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh |
| [00:41.72] | The evening air laps thick about |
| [00:43.99] | The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims |
| [00:47.43] | As dusk now slips away |
| [00:51.10] | Where taught to run, the rotten tongue |
| [00:53.47] | Of a hotter G tterd merung |
| [00:56.52] | Has started licking like a flame |
| [01:06.05] | Whispers in the dismal mist |
| [01:08.05] | Are full of crystal promises |
| [01:15.16] | Black rites begun in earnest |
| [01:17.82] | Ignite Hell' s hungry furnace |
| [01:39.63] | Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side |
| [01:44.49] | Demonic passions climbing |
| [01:46.96] | Illfated stars aligning |
| [01:49.31] | Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master |
| [01:53.84] | The tide of blood is rising |
| [01:56.35] | His gifts will be providing |
| [01:59.79] | Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais |
| [02:03.38] | Haunts the furthest tower |
| [02:05.52] | Wherein death has sucked the hour |
| [02:09.08] | There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay |
| [02:12.95] | And drooling razors next to come |
| [02:15.26] | Unspool red secrets from the young |
| [02:27.03] | The moon grinned full, the games were chaste |
| [02:29.42] | When the children first arrived |
| [02:31.77] | Now midnight shadows crawl apace |
| [02:34.81] | To darken council with their lives |
| [02:56.10] | Flesh and ecstasy as sport |
| [02:58.60] | Are immortal vices of the highest order |
| [03:01.85] | Wherein devilry holds sway |
| [03:05.59] | Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled |
| [03:08.20] | Their songs of Necronomicon |
| [03:11.31] | Spoke out of Gilles de Rais |
| [03:15.64] | Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side |
| [03:20.32] | Demonic passions climbing |
| [03:22.81] | Illfated stars aligning |
| [03:25.21] | Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master |
| [03:29.76] | The tide of blood is rising |
| [03:32.14] | His gifts will be providing |
| [03:35.71] | Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais |
| [03:39.28] | Haunts the furthest tower |
| [03:41.38] | Wherein death has sucked the hour |
| [03:44.92] | There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay |
| [03:48.77] | And drooling razors next to come |
| [03:50.81] | Unspool red secrets from the young |
| [04:03.11] | Each murdered son, each frozen rose |
| [04:05.33] | Handpicked, was gently fed |
| [04:07.84] | To the sumptuous one in black and those |
| [04:10.84] | Whose lives where thrown in with the dead |
| [04:22.94] | The candles lit, the stage was set |
| [04:27.03] | As it was in sainted days |
| [04:32.10] | When censers swung and banners hung |
| [04:36.46] | On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine |
| [04:50.86] | Now the castle floats in the drifting fog |
| [04:54.04] | Torn from it' s moorings |
| [04:56.15] | Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell |
| [05:00.43] | As innocents entreat a shifting God |
| [05:03.47] | Their voices soaring |
| [05:06.01] | On a silver tide to heaven |
| [05:08.65] | On a knife edge as they fell |
| [05:19.67] | The blade would plunge in virulent arcs |
| [05:22.29] | Such wounds would stretch away |
| [05:24.76] | By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks |
| [05:27.64] | Of the monster Gilles de Rais |
| [05:33.51] | Gilded Gilles de Rais |
| [05:39.08] | Comets vomited |
| [05:41.56] | The restless bells of crime |
| [05:44.25] | Peeled black skin from broken bones |
| [05:46.77] | Of angels cut from the nicks of time |
| [05:58.57] | Festering faces with painted eyes |
| [06:00.85] | The prettiest kept to be thrust inside |
| [06:03.32] | Gaping necromantic from the mantleside |
| [06:05.64] | Caked in kissed goodbyes |
| [06:11.84] | Caked in kissed goodbyes |
| [06:17.52] | Days faded in decay |
| [06:19.78] | The stench of perfume lied |
| [06:22.04] | No horror in the glades of man |
| [06:25.02] | Was left for Barron to provide |
| [06:55.72] | So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart |
| [06:58.15] | And it' s sordid, morbid crack |
| [07:00.31] | No further atrocity could possibly surpass |
| [07:02.74] | Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back |
| [07:34.89] | The evening air laps thick about |
| [07:37.40] | The moat that Tiffuages claims |
| [07:40.06] | As dusk now slips away |
| [07:43.88] | Where taught to run, the rotten tongue |
| [07:46.23] | Of a hotter G tterd merung |
| [07:49.39] | Has started licking like a flame |
| [00:01.03] | Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives |
| [00:05.45] | Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them |
| [00:12.59] | And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh |
| [00:41.72] | The evening air laps thick about |
| [00:43.99] | The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims |
| [00:47.43] | As dusk now slips away |
| [00:51.10] | Where taught to run, the rotten tongue |
| [00:53.47] | Of a hotter G tterd merung |
| [00:56.52] | Has started licking like a flame |
| [01:06.05] | Whispers in the dismal mist |
| [01:08.05] | Are full of crystal promises |
| [01:15.16] | Black rites begun in earnest |
| [01:17.82] | Ignite Hell' s hungry furnace |
| [01:39.63] | Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side |
| [01:44.49] | Demonic passions climbing |
| [01:46.96] | Illfated stars aligning |
| [01:49.31] | Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master |
| [01:53.84] | The tide of blood is rising |
| [01:56.35] | His gifts will be providing |
| [01:59.79] | Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais |
| [02:03.38] | Haunts the furthest tower |
| [02:05.52] | Wherein death has sucked the hour |
| [02:09.08] | There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay |
| [02:12.95] | And drooling razors next to come |
| [02:15.26] | Unspool red secrets from the young |
| [02:27.03] | The moon grinned full, the games were chaste |
| [02:29.42] | When the children first arrived |
| [02:31.77] | Now midnight shadows crawl apace |
| [02:34.81] | To darken council with their lives |
| [02:56.10] | Flesh and ecstasy as sport |
| [02:58.60] | Are immortal vices of the highest order |
| [03:01.85] | Wherein devilry holds sway |
| [03:05.59] | Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled |
| [03:08.20] | Their songs of Necronomicon |
| [03:11.31] | Spoke out of Gilles de Rais |
| [03:15.64] | Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side |
| [03:20.32] | Demonic passions climbing |
| [03:22.81] | Illfated stars aligning |
| [03:25.21] | Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master |
| [03:29.76] | The tide of blood is rising |
| [03:32.14] | His gifts will be providing |
| [03:35.71] | Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais |
| [03:39.28] | Haunts the furthest tower |
| [03:41.38] | Wherein death has sucked the hour |
| [03:44.92] | There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay |
| [03:48.77] | And drooling razors next to come |
| [03:50.81] | Unspool red secrets from the young |
| [04:03.11] | Each murdered son, each frozen rose |
| [04:05.33] | Handpicked, was gently fed |
| [04:07.84] | To the sumptuous one in black and those |
| [04:10.84] | Whose lives where thrown in with the dead |
| [04:22.94] | The candles lit, the stage was set |
| [04:27.03] | As it was in sainted days |
| [04:32.10] | When censers swung and banners hung |
| [04:36.46] | On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine |
| [04:50.86] | Now the castle floats in the drifting fog |
| [04:54.04] | Torn from it' s moorings |
| [04:56.15] | Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell |
| [05:00.43] | As innocents entreat a shifting God |
| [05:03.47] | Their voices soaring |
| [05:06.01] | On a silver tide to heaven |
| [05:08.65] | On a knife edge as they fell |
| [05:19.67] | The blade would plunge in virulent arcs |
| [05:22.29] | Such wounds would stretch away |
| [05:24.76] | By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks |
| [05:27.64] | Of the monster Gilles de Rais |
| [05:33.51] | Gilded Gilles de Rais |
| [05:39.08] | Comets vomited |
| [05:41.56] | The restless bells of crime |
| [05:44.25] | Peeled black skin from broken bones |
| [05:46.77] | Of angels cut from the nicks of time |
| [05:58.57] | Festering faces with painted eyes |
| [06:00.85] | The prettiest kept to be thrust inside |
| [06:03.32] | Gaping necromantic from the mantleside |
| [06:05.64] | Caked in kissed goodbyes |
| [06:11.84] | Caked in kissed goodbyes |
| [06:17.52] | Days faded in decay |
| [06:19.78] | The stench of perfume lied |
| [06:22.04] | No horror in the glades of man |
| [06:25.02] | Was left for Barron to provide |
| [06:55.72] | So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart |
| [06:58.15] | And it' s sordid, morbid crack |
| [07:00.31] | No further atrocity could possibly surpass |
| [07:02.74] | Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back |
| [07:34.89] | The evening air laps thick about |
| [07:37.40] | The moat that Tiffuages claims |
| [07:40.06] | As dusk now slips away |
| [07:43.88] | Where taught to run, the rotten tongue |
| [07:46.23] | Of a hotter G tterd merung |
| [07:49.39] | Has started licking like a flame |
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