| Song | Deceiving Eyes |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| On the night all mirrors fell silent | |
| And the clocks struck accord with the rain | |
| A storm swept in with such violence | |
| The dead rose to complain | |
| The stars were ill-crossed as the weather | |
| Lost in its bitumen cloak | |
| The angels were warring, slick with endeavor | |
| Falling like tears through the thickening smoke | |
| Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
| A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder | |
| Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
| She stirs from dreams, barely three feet under | |
| Victoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| I knew the beast took second place | |
| When I looked into your eyes | |
| Your deceiving eyes | |
| Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
| And serpents hissing revelations | |
| Your deceiving eyes | |
| They tell enough of how | |
| I fell in love | |
| With the goddess creeping deep inside you | |
| And with the tumult up above him roaring | |
| Isaac sought her shallow grave | |
| As lightning bolted through | |
| The grim down-pouring rain | |
| He struck the hallowed earth again | |
| Having torn at the soil like a man insaneНе threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos | |
| And from that pit of shame | |
| He bore the coffin from her sorry lot' | |
| Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot | |
| Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked | |
| To splinter her sarcophagus | |
| And gaze upon her face | |
| VictoriaVictoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| Making mockery of rosaries | |
| His needs will never rival | |
| His needs will never rival mine | |
| I recall a summer's day | |
| The sunlight bathed your penitential scars | |
| As I sat and washed the blood away | |
| Now your body stays | |
| And the coldness of your lips | |
| Eclipse like the first true kiss of winter | |
| Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread | |
| She was shining through her winding shroud | |
| A moon amid the mad, this son of | |
| Adam hadA gift for the pretty young nun | |
| A necklace wrought of twining snakes | |
| Two gold illicit tongues | |
| He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung | |
| He was burning from the furnace of his 'roused desire | |
| He wrested with temptation | |
| To be or unfulfilled | |
| She was undressed for ovation | |
| Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed | |
| And with his driven lust exploding | |
| Her lashes brushed his cheeks | |
| They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding | |
| Purring, licking wicked teeth | |
| Victoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| You have left him just for me | |
| I see it in deceiving eyes | |
| Those deceiving eyes | |
| Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
| And serpents hissing revelations | |
| Those deceiving eyes | |
| They tell enough of how | |
| I fell in love | |
| With the goddess re-arisen in you |
| On the night all mirrors fell silent | |
| And the clocks struck accord with the rain | |
| A storm swept in with such violence | |
| The dead rose to complain | |
| The stars were illcrossed as the weather | |
| Lost in its bitumen cloak | |
| The angels were warring, slick with endeavor | |
| Falling like tears through the thickening smoke | |
| Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
| A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder | |
| Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
| She stirs from dreams, barely three feet under | |
| Victoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| I knew the beast took second place | |
| When I looked into your eyes | |
| Your deceiving eyes | |
| Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
| And serpents hissing revelations | |
| Your deceiving eyes | |
| They tell enough of how | |
| I fell in love | |
| With the goddess creeping deep inside you | |
| And with the tumult up above him roaring | |
| Isaac sought her shallow grave | |
| As lightning bolted through | |
| The grim downpouring rain | |
| He struck the hallowed earth again | |
| Having torn at the soil like a man insane threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos | |
| And from that pit of shame | |
| He bore the coffin from her sorry lot' | |
| Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot | |
| Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked | |
| To splinter her sarcophagus | |
| And gaze upon her face | |
| VictoriaVictoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| Making mockery of rosaries | |
| His needs will never rival | |
| His needs will never rival mine | |
| I recall a summer' s day | |
| The sunlight bathed your penitential scars | |
| As I sat and washed the blood away | |
| Now your body stays | |
| And the coldness of your lips | |
| Eclipse like the first true kiss of winter | |
| Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread | |
| She was shining through her winding shroud | |
| A moon amid the mad, this son of | |
| Adam hadA gift for the pretty young nun | |
| A necklace wrought of twining snakes | |
| Two gold illicit tongues | |
| He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung | |
| He was burning from the furnace of his ' roused desire | |
| He wrested with temptation | |
| To be or unfulfilled | |
| She was undressed for ovation | |
| Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed | |
| And with his driven lust exploding | |
| Her lashes brushed his cheeks | |
| They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding | |
| Purring, licking wicked teeth | |
| Victoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| You have left him just for me | |
| I see it in deceiving eyes | |
| Those deceiving eyes | |
| Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
| And serpents hissing revelations | |
| Those deceiving eyes | |
| They tell enough of how | |
| I fell in love | |
| With the goddess rearisen in you |
| On the night all mirrors fell silent | |
| And the clocks struck accord with the rain | |
| A storm swept in with such violence | |
| The dead rose to complain | |
| The stars were illcrossed as the weather | |
| Lost in its bitumen cloak | |
| The angels were warring, slick with endeavor | |
| Falling like tears through the thickening smoke | |
| Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
| A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder | |
| Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder | |
| She stirs from dreams, barely three feet under | |
| Victoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| I knew the beast took second place | |
| When I looked into your eyes | |
| Your deceiving eyes | |
| Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
| And serpents hissing revelations | |
| Your deceiving eyes | |
| They tell enough of how | |
| I fell in love | |
| With the goddess creeping deep inside you | |
| And with the tumult up above him roaring | |
| Isaac sought her shallow grave | |
| As lightning bolted through | |
| The grim downpouring rain | |
| He struck the hallowed earth again | |
| Having torn at the soil like a man insane threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos | |
| And from that pit of shame | |
| He bore the coffin from her sorry lot' | |
| Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot | |
| Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked | |
| To splinter her sarcophagus | |
| And gaze upon her face | |
| VictoriaVictoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| Making mockery of rosaries | |
| His needs will never rival | |
| His needs will never rival mine | |
| I recall a summer' s day | |
| The sunlight bathed your penitential scars | |
| As I sat and washed the blood away | |
| Now your body stays | |
| And the coldness of your lips | |
| Eclipse like the first true kiss of winter | |
| Pining for the dead on the stone floor spread | |
| She was shining through her winding shroud | |
| A moon amid the mad, this son of | |
| Adam hadA gift for the pretty young nun | |
| A necklace wrought of twining snakes | |
| Two gold illicit tongues | |
| He laid it at her throat where the rope had wrung | |
| He was burning from the furnace of his ' roused desire | |
| He wrested with temptation | |
| To be or unfulfilled | |
| She was undressed for ovation | |
| Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed | |
| And with his driven lust exploding | |
| Her lashes brushed his cheeks | |
| They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding | |
| Purring, licking wicked teeth | |
| Victoria, | |
| I come to claim my prize | |
| Stealing from the convent' | |
| Neath the wrath of seething skies | |
| For though you greased the palm of | |
| SatanWith those moonlit silver thighs | |
| You have left him just for me | |
| I see it in deceiving eyes | |
| Those deceiving eyes | |
| Are filled with lies and missed good byes | |
| And serpents hissing revelations | |
| Those deceiving eyes | |
| They tell enough of how | |
| I fell in love | |
| With the goddess rearisen in you |