Thank God For The Suffering Lyrics

Song	Thank God For The Suffering
Artist	Cradle of Filth
Album	Damnation And A Day
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	I, I still recall the first full moon of
	May‘Neath whose rays we lay together
	And those bright nights on glassy waves
	When we would glide lightly away
	From the grain for wicked flights of pleasure
	Those visions fade like ghosts to life’s parade
	Though incisions once made her so vivid
	A scarlet whore with both heels in the door
	Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
	Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
	Only a slip from whence
	I beg herThat
	I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
	To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death's head wing,
	I thank God for the suffering
	Yeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture
	That ancient plan for my defeat
	Denied faith skies that would have set her free
	It seems again, dreams wend to capture
	Once, dancing in a spotlit waltz
	Through a shadowed dimension
	Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
	The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention
	Regardless that the author of sin was me
	And I lay chaste of hate in faith’s embrace
	As mortals warred with more, besides
	They warred with life itself
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death's head wing
	I thank God for the suffering
	And I thank
	God for the suffering as still
	I burn for her return
	I would make my peace with everything
	I, I still recall, the first full moon of
	MayConsigned to flames like secret letters
	Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
	Only a slip from whence
	I beg herThat
	I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
	To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death's head wing,
	I thank God for the suffering
	Love would have conquered all, were we not parted?
	Her splintered loss rekindles rage
	The winter frost dwindles across my stage
	Lit up once more to score, finale started
	Love would have conquered all
	Love would have conquered
	Hate, hate, hate[Incomprehensible]
	From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death's head wing
	I thank God for the suffering

	I, I still recall the first full moon of
	May' Neath whose rays we lay together
	And those bright nights on glassy waves
	When we would glide lightly away
	From the grain for wicked flights of pleasure
	Those visions fade like ghosts to life' s parade
	Though incisions once made her so vivid
	A scarlet whore with both heels in the door
	Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
	Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
	Only a slip from whence
	I beg herThat
	I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
	To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing,
	I thank God for the suffering
	Yeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture
	That ancient plan for my defeat
	Denied faith skies that would have set her free
	It seems again, dreams wend to capture
	Once, dancing in a spotlit waltz
	Through a shadowed dimension
	Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
	The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention
	Regardless that the author of sin was me
	And I lay chaste of hate in faith' s embrace
	As mortals warred with more, besides
	They warred with life itself
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing
	I thank God for the suffering
	And I thank
	God for the suffering as still
	I burn for her return
	I would make my peace with everything
	I, I still recall, the first full moon of
	MayConsigned to flames like secret letters
	Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
	Only a slip from whence
	I beg herThat
	I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
	To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing,
	I thank God for the suffering
	Love would have conquered all, were we not parted?
	Her splintered loss rekindles rage
	The winter frost dwindles across my stage
	Lit up once more to score, finale started
	Love would have conquered all
	Love would have conquered
	Hate, hate, hate Incomprehensible
	From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing
	I thank God for the suffering

	I, I still recall the first full moon of
	May' Neath whose rays we lay together
	And those bright nights on glassy waves
	When we would glide lightly away
	From the grain for wicked flights of pleasure
	Those visions fade like ghosts to life' s parade
	Though incisions once made her so vivid
	A scarlet whore with both heels in the door
	Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
	Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
	Only a slip from whence
	I beg herThat
	I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
	To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing,
	I thank God for the suffering
	Yeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture
	That ancient plan for my defeat
	Denied faith skies that would have set her free
	It seems again, dreams wend to capture
	Once, dancing in a spotlit waltz
	Through a shadowed dimension
	Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes
	The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention
	Regardless that the author of sin was me
	And I lay chaste of hate in faith' s embrace
	As mortals warred with more, besides
	They warred with life itself
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing
	I thank God for the suffering
	And I thank
	God for the suffering as still
	I burn for her return
	I would make my peace with everything
	I, I still recall, the first full moon of
	MayConsigned to flames like secret letters
	Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits
	Only a slip from whence
	I beg herThat
	I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis
	To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss
	And in those frozen moments won from grief
	That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing,
	I thank God for the suffering
	Love would have conquered all, were we not parted?
	Her splintered loss rekindles rage
	The winter frost dwindles across my stage
	Lit up once more to score, finale started
	Love would have conquered all
	Love would have conquered
	Hate, hate, hate Incomprehensible
	From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes
	Inwove with death' s head wing
	I thank God for the suffering

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