The Smoke Of Her Burning Lyrics
As I climb into the skiesAtop sins towered heaven high for meFrom whence I see no reason whyI should not smite with vengeanceAnd hurl thieves down from paradiseFor storms before were as nothing moreThan a breeze next to this nightI am Methuselah of the TribulationThe Moonchild come to harmA riot of stars shaken from their stationsThe coking smoke of Jerusalem burningSix vices become wrathAnd though half-blind with raveningLike Phineus now I seeThe end declared from the beginningLove won through My defeatBut now I fear I will never peerOn Her radiance againI shall glimpse instead, the slurried redOf faces pressed to bloodstained panesBetrayed and played by GodWho alone but HeScapegraced and goated me?Now I wish to piss on His paradeAngels, clawed, with burnished wingsStill loyal, kiss the sealBent on knees and harrowingPromise overkillKnow that you shall die like whoresAnd the cries of your writhings shall riseTo please their Lord...So before the swordSide with me in slaughterI am Methuselah of the TribulationThe Moonchild come to harmThe spoken horns of desolationDrink the pouring of my furyThose darkened waters spurThe brink of war as judge and juryAnd rapist executionerOur time is short, the horsemen rideA foul-breathed chora howls, besidesDamnation and a day has passedThis divine right to genocideWeld the gates to heaven shutThe abyss leers in hissing rutsUnhilt the black grimoire of deathInscribe all names that God has leftI lived the dream of nymph and menBut now the nightmares come againNow the nightmares come again...
Cradle Of Filth The Smoke Of Her Burning
