A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding Lyrics
passion speaks in grue vehement stabsTrance my eyes, fix my focus to painthe tumour grows until the enemy is slain(Gut The Church)Slightless stormknee-deep in hate I seethmy purpose here has woken to breathTotal war on the brethren of Menmillions regardlessdying by my handA Black Age Of Firebrief in its vicious eloquenceremoving the drosslove will arise from the ashes of your lossThen and only thenwill the pleasure of Eden be mineand the sinews of life itself will be tiedin the very veins of my bloodlineAnd their tears taste like wine...I will rule as a kingand the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queenin the glory of the earth our crowns are studdedwith the jewels of blasphemyThe blood is the life!I seek to evoke a new order in Mana flood of compulsion to resurrect Khemthe lion is vexed to uproot and descendChaos my steed in the thick, clinging dusttempering weapons of criminal lustI hold sway from the East to fulfill propheciesthinning the cause as fresh cells to diseaseThe blood is the life!Even the moon will not lend thee her lightthe darkness serves will to snuff out human lifethat I might reclaim the world as my rightI kill without scruple or silent regretin haunts of the sinister lunar aspectfor I am the pleasure that comes from your paintiny red miracles falling like...rainThe incessant pall of death surrounds mebut this is not the part of me that wishes to breedthere will be no dread thereafterthe mysteries I reveal unto theeI stir the hearts of the wisestby the fools I will always be fearedmy Kingdom feeds off their slaughter...A crescendo of passion bleeding...on the pale reflection of dawnDevour The Sun "The Great Man of his time is He who expresses the Will of his time; who tells his time what it wills; and who carries it out" Hegel
Cradle Of Filth A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding
