[00:00.00] 作词 : Cradle of Filth
[00:00.98]Artist：cradle of filth
[00:01.86]Songs Title：the forest whispers my name
[00:02.99]Black candles dance to an overture
[00:49.66]But I am drawn past their flickering lure
[01:11.47]To the breathing forest that surrounds the room
[01:14.78]Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
[01:18.34]I sip the blood-red wine
[01:21.41]My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
[01:24.53]From knowledge drunk from of lifethe fountain
[01:26.33]From chaos born out of love and the scythe
[01:29.58]The forest beckons with her nocturnal call
[01:31.64]To pull me close amid the baying of wolves
[01:34.08]Where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn
[01:36.40]In the dark, odiferous earth
[01:37.83]We embrace like two lovers at death
[01:41.21]A monument to the trapping of breath
[01:43.59]As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
[01:46.52]To drop roses on my marbled breast
[01:48.33]I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
[01:51.27]And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
[01:53.77]To learn from the dark and the voices between
[01:56.40]This is my will...
[01:59.96]The forest whispers my name...again and again
[02:08.34]I walk the path
[02:19.01]To the land of the dark immortals
[02:36.94]Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
[02:55.07]As the wild hunt careers through the boughs
[02:57.39]Come to me, my pale enchantress
[02:59.95]In the moon of the woods we kiss
[03:02.51]Artemis be near me
[03:08.51]In the arms of the ancient oak
[03:10.45]Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
[03:14.07]And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
[03:15.39]The principle of evil
[03:17.44]Evolution has been recalled
[03:20.26]Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon
[03:23.51]I stand enthralled
[03:25.01]...in the whispering forest
[03:27.82]pale, porch beyond and portal,
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[04:08.60]Crowned with leaves, she stands,
[04:10.10]Who gathers all things mortal,
[04:11.35]With cold immortal hands,
[04:12.54]Her languid lips are sweeter,
[04:13.85]Than loves who fears to greet her,
[04:17.51]To men that mix and meet her,
[04:18.70]From many times and lands.
[04:20.26]A.c. swinburne
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