The Twisted Nails Of Faith Lyrics

Song	The Twisted Nails Of Faith
Artist	Cradle of Filth
Album	Cruelty & The Beast
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	作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
	{Mirror, mirror on the wall
	Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all?
	For if I shall see thy will be done
	Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue}
	Three Moon dials froze in the shadow of six
	As another soul passed to the grasping
	StyxClutching their trinket crucifix
	Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
	Omens of corruption from within the church
	A fetid, dank oasis still clung to full rebirth
	Alone as a stone cold altar
	The castle and its keep
	Like fairytale dominion rose
	A widow to the snowy peaks
	Wherein reclined the
	CountessLimbs purring from the kill
	Bathed in virgin white and like the night
	Alive and young and unfulfilled
	Was it the cry of a wolf
	That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
	Of her life as a mere reflection
	As the Moon's in narrow windows caught
	That opened like dark eyelids on
	The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
	Like a siren weaving song
	From the lilt of choirs choking
	Where the vengeful dead
	BelongTo the sorceress and her channel arts
	She swept from ebony towers at the hour of
	Mars'Neath a stars in woven sky latticed by scars
	To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
	Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there
	In nether glades tethered where onyx idols stared
	Was it the kiss of the mist
	That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
	Lost souls begging resurrection
	From gods upon their forest plinths
	Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
	Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
	In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
	Over signs and seals, the
	Sorceress prayed
	To death, to rend the slender veil
	That ancient ones might rise again
	As shadows swelled
	The countess fell to masturbating with her dagger
	As the witch gabbled spells
	Cumming heavy roses all the way to
	HellAs sudden thunder grew harangue
	Announced two pincered worlds
	Exuding bane, something came
	With the stench of necrophiled graves
	To these clandestines
	Who shrank from glimpsing horror
	That the growls of mating ghouls inclined
	Resplendent, in pendants
	Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns
	A demon, bewigged, bedight in scum
	Prowled their circle seeking entry to run
	An arctic tongue upon her vulva
	Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
	Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
	Receiving sole communion from the body of
	Christ{If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend
	I will yield this witch to thee
	If thou wouldst draw a veil for me
	O'er lengthening scars of age and grief}
	As the demon slavered foetid vows
	And bore his prey away
	In talons itching to perpetrate
	The nausea of eternal rape
	The Sorceress screaming in his grasp
	Spat a final curse to stain
	The Countess with the promise
	That her lord at war would be cruelly slain
	And she would rot alone, insane
	On the twisted nails of faith...

	zuo ci : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
	Mirror, mirror on the wall
	Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all?
	For if I shall see thy will be done
	Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue
	Three Moon dials froze in the shadow of six
	As another soul passed to the grasping
	StyxClutching their trinket crucifix
	Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
	Omens of corruption from within the church
	A fetid, dank oasis still clung to full rebirth
	Alone as a stone cold altar
	The castle and its keep
	Like fairytale dominion rose
	A widow to the snowy peaks
	Wherein reclined the
	CountessLimbs purring from the kill
	Bathed in virgin white and like the night
	Alive and young and unfulfilled
	Was it the cry of a wolf
	That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
	Of her life as a mere reflection
	As the Moon' s in narrow windows caught
	That opened like dark eyelids on
	The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
	Like a siren weaving song
	From the lilt of choirs choking
	Where the vengeful dead
	BelongTo the sorceress and her channel arts
	She swept from ebony towers at the hour of
	Mars' Neath a stars in woven sky latticed by scars
	To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
	Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there
	In nether glades tethered where onyx idols stared
	Was it the kiss of the mist
	That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
	Lost souls begging resurrection
	From gods upon their forest plinths
	Whose epitaphs read of reascending to win
	Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
	In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
	Over signs and seals, the
	Sorceress prayed
	To death, to rend the slender veil
	That ancient ones might rise again
	As shadows swelled
	The countess fell to masturbating with her dagger
	As the witch gabbled spells
	Cumming heavy roses all the way to
	HellAs sudden thunder grew harangue
	Announced two pincered worlds
	Exuding bane, something came
	With the stench of necrophiled graves
	To these clandestines
	Who shrank from glimpsing horror
	That the growls of mating ghouls inclined
	Resplendent, in pendants
	Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns
	A demon, bewigged, bedight in scum
	Prowled their circle seeking entry to run
	An arctic tongue upon her vulva
	Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
	Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
	Receiving sole communion from the body of
	Christ If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend
	I will yield this witch to thee
	If thou wouldst draw a veil for me
	O' er lengthening scars of age and grief
	As the demon slavered foetid vows
	And bore his prey away
	In talons itching to perpetrate
	The nausea of eternal rape
	The Sorceress screaming in his grasp
	Spat a final curse to stain
	The Countess with the promise
	That her lord at war would be cruelly slain
	And she would rot alone, insane
	On the twisted nails of faith...

	zuò cí : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
	Mirror, mirror on the wall
	Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all?
	For if I shall see thy will be done
	Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue
	Three Moon dials froze in the shadow of six
	As another soul passed to the grasping
	StyxClutching their trinket crucifix
	Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
	Omens of corruption from within the church
	A fetid, dank oasis still clung to full rebirth
	Alone as a stone cold altar
	The castle and its keep
	Like fairytale dominion rose
	A widow to the snowy peaks
	Wherein reclined the
	CountessLimbs purring from the kill
	Bathed in virgin white and like the night
	Alive and young and unfulfilled
	Was it the cry of a wolf
	That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
	Of her life as a mere reflection
	As the Moon' s in narrow windows caught
	That opened like dark eyelids on
	The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
	Like a siren weaving song
	From the lilt of choirs choking
	Where the vengeful dead
	BelongTo the sorceress and her channel arts
	She swept from ebony towers at the hour of
	Mars' Neath a stars in woven sky latticed by scars
	To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
	Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there
	In nether glades tethered where onyx idols stared
	Was it the kiss of the mist
	That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
	Lost souls begging resurrection
	From gods upon their forest plinths
	Whose epitaphs read of reascending to win
	Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
	In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
	Over signs and seals, the
	Sorceress prayed
	To death, to rend the slender veil
	That ancient ones might rise again
	As shadows swelled
	The countess fell to masturbating with her dagger
	As the witch gabbled spells
	Cumming heavy roses all the way to
	HellAs sudden thunder grew harangue
	Announced two pincered worlds
	Exuding bane, something came
	With the stench of necrophiled graves
	To these clandestines
	Who shrank from glimpsing horror
	That the growls of mating ghouls inclined
	Resplendent, in pendants
	Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns
	A demon, bewigged, bedight in scum
	Prowled their circle seeking entry to run
	An arctic tongue upon her vulva
	Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
	Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
	Receiving sole communion from the body of
	Christ If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend
	I will yield this witch to thee
	If thou wouldst draw a veil for me
	O' er lengthening scars of age and grief
	As the demon slavered foetid vows
	And bore his prey away
	In talons itching to perpetrate
	The nausea of eternal rape
	The Sorceress screaming in his grasp
	Spat a final curse to stain
	The Countess with the promise
	That her lord at war would be cruelly slain
	And she would rot alone, insane
	On the twisted nails of faith...

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