The Forest Whispers My Name Lyrics

Song	The Forest Whispers My Name
Artist	Cradle of Filth
Album	Vempire or Dark Faerytales in Phallustein
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	作词 : Cradle of Filth
	Black candles dance to an overture
	but I am drawn past their flickering lure
	to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
	where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
	I sip the blood-red wine
	my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
	from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
	from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
	the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
	to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
	where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn
	in the dank, odiferous earth
	We embrace like two lovers at death
	a monument to the trapping of breath
	as restriction is bled from the veins in my neck
	to drop roses on my marbled breast
	I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
	and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
	to learn from the dark and the voices between
	This is my will...
	The forest whispers my name... again and again
	I walk the path
	to the land of the Dark Immortals
	Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
	as the wild hunt careers through the boughs
	Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
	In the moon of the woods we kiss
	Artemis be near me
	in the arms of the ancient oak
	where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
	and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
	The principle of Evil
	evolution has been recalled
	Beneath the spread of Magickal Aeon
	I stand enthralled
	... In the whispering forest

	zuo ci : Cradle of Filth
	Black candles dance to an overture
	but I am drawn past their flickering lure
	to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
	where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
	I sip the bloodred wine
	my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
	from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
	from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
	the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
	to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
	where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn
	in the dank, odiferous earth
	We embrace like two lovers at death
	a monument to the trapping of breath
	as restriction is bled from the veins in my neck
	to drop roses on my marbled breast
	I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
	and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
	to learn from the dark and the voices between
	This is my will...
	The forest whispers my name... again and again
	I walk the path
	to the land of the Dark Immortals
	Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
	as the wild hunt careers through the boughs
	Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
	In the moon of the woods we kiss
	Artemis be near me
	in the arms of the ancient oak
	where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
	and the horned, hidden one is reinvoked
	The principle of Evil
	evolution has been recalled
	Beneath the spread of Magickal Aeon
	I stand enthralled
	... In the whispering forest

	zuò cí : Cradle of Filth
	Black candles dance to an overture
	but I am drawn past their flickering lure
	to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
	where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
	I sip the bloodred wine
	my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
	from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
	from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
	the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
	to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
	where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn
	in the dank, odiferous earth
	We embrace like two lovers at death
	a monument to the trapping of breath
	as restriction is bled from the veins in my neck
	to drop roses on my marbled breast
	I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
	and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
	to learn from the dark and the voices between
	This is my will...
	The forest whispers my name... again and again
	I walk the path
	to the land of the Dark Immortals
	Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
	as the wild hunt careers through the boughs
	Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
	In the moon of the woods we kiss
	Artemis be near me
	in the arms of the ancient oak
	where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
	and the horned, hidden one is reinvoked
	The principle of Evil
	evolution has been recalled
	Beneath the spread of Magickal Aeon
	I stand enthralled
	... In the whispering forest

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