| Song | Tearing The Veil From Grace |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Midian |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
| Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light | |
| A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night | |
| A tragic yet magical fall from grace | |
| Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste | |
| Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints | |
| Free shining souls torn from | |
| God's given | |
| ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight | |
| And Hell knows we sought victory | |
| Chancing the leash | |
| But when bad die were cast | |
| We were cast down to die | |
| A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes | |
| So scholars might say we were blinded by pride | |
| Like the sin of | |
| Our Father (and the whims of our kind) | |
| Whom in Isaiah and | |
| Midian thrived | |
| Regaining | |
| His sights for the storming of skies | |
| And after descenturies have crawled, vilified | |
| Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives | |
| For eternity is a coprophagic | |
| Backward figure head | |
| Gorging on | |
| Her own bitter end | |
| And We have eaten shit | |
| Until we're close to addicts | |
| Now grime is running out | |
| For us to make amends | |
| To retake what once was lost | |
| To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
| God"To throw our **** into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea" | |
| Atrocious oceans must be crossed | |
| To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
| GodThe thirteenth sign of the | |
| Zodiac climbs | |
| Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise | |
| Throwing shades of war before like prophecy | |
| Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep | |
| Nasty reap of freaks forsaken | |
| And when sultry | |
| Dusk disrobes they'll learn | |
| She is not a natural blonde | |
| For the lower | |
| She goes the darker it grows | |
| An Eve that blows on | |
| Her knees for | |
| SatanFellated | |
| SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearl | |
| As He unfurls from aching hibernation | |
| Stormbringer drums thunder to full | |
| Dis orchestra | |
| As lighting streaks with fire | |
| Black clouds that shroud the | |
| EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories | |
| But now the | |
| Sun is loath to come | |
| The crescent moon is freed | |
| Elated Satan | |
| The scimitar slash to the undergash | |
| Of Heaven too slight for penetration | |
| We strike as wolves from the thickening fog | |
| To exalt our throne over the stars of | |
| GodLowly holy goats bare the brunt | |
| Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt | |
| Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells | |
| That smell of blessed cunt | |
| Like a convent where crosses rust | |
| From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun | |
| There where deeper needs are begged of lust | |
| And cess and less impress enough | |
| Obtaining the ord of | |
| Our Guardian, | |
| AngerAnd Death's tunnel vision | |
| Bad thing in collision | |
| The locking of eyes and jagged antler | |
| Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams | |
| Feasting from throats of celestial thieves | |
| And God knows we seek victory | |
| Now that we are unleashed | |
| To drive nails home of blind faith through those | |
| Who drove us from error to terror below | |
| Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies | |
| Tarred with red honey, the plaster | |
| Of many a spire that aspired to rise | |
| Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die | |
| In the start like a cast | |
| In morality plays | |
| Our hearts wore a mask | |
| Of dead rooks in the rain | |
| The World was our cloister | |
| No prayer, bent in shame | |
| Our once lucent plumage | |
| Stung with horn withered gray | |
| And awayAs | |
| Aeons slew so we grew to myth | |
| Revenge accrued to a monolith | |
| Bursting through from our roofed abyss | |
| Like an aether greased fist | |
| Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed | |
| Our horror pours through the orifice | |
| Where once the spheres and archangels kissed | |
| Phallelujah | |
| Fellated Satan | |
| His coming assails | |
| The Night | |
| In GalesThat bewail turned tides | |
| That engulf their nation | |
| Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth | |
| In a darkened high house | |
| Overrun by disease | |
| So let the truth be wrung | |
| That the Banished | |
| Ones intent | |
| On reinstatement have won | |
| We breathe by virtue of their rot | |
| Now our souls exult above the stars of | |
| God |
| zuo ci : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
| Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light | |
| A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night | |
| A tragic yet magical fall from grace | |
| Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste | |
| Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints | |
| Free shining souls torn from | |
| God' s given | |
| ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight | |
| And Hell knows we sought victory | |
| Chancing the leash | |
| But when bad die were cast | |
| We were cast down to die | |
| A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes | |
| So scholars might say we were blinded by pride | |
| Like the sin of | |
| Our Father and the whims of our kind | |
| Whom in Isaiah and | |
| Midian thrived | |
| Regaining | |
| His sights for the storming of skies | |
| And after descenturies have crawled, vilified | |
| Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives | |
| For eternity is a coprophagic | |
| Backward figure head | |
| Gorging on | |
| Her own bitter end | |
| And We have eaten shit | |
| Until we' re close to addicts | |
| Now grime is running out | |
| For us to make amends | |
| To retake what once was lost | |
| To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
| God" To throw our into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea" | |
| Atrocious oceans must be crossed | |
| To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
| GodThe thirteenth sign of the | |
| Zodiac climbs | |
| Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise | |
| Throwing shades of war before like prophecy | |
| Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep | |
| Nasty reap of freaks forsaken | |
| And when sultry | |
| Dusk disrobes they' ll learn | |
| She is not a natural blonde | |
| For the lower | |
| She goes the darker it grows | |
| An Eve that blows on | |
| Her knees for | |
| SatanFellated | |
| SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearl | |
| As He unfurls from aching hibernation | |
| Stormbringer drums thunder to full | |
| Dis orchestra | |
| As lighting streaks with fire | |
| Black clouds that shroud the | |
| EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories | |
| But now the | |
| Sun is loath to come | |
| The crescent moon is freed | |
| Elated Satan | |
| The scimitar slash to the undergash | |
| Of Heaven too slight for penetration | |
| We strike as wolves from the thickening fog | |
| To exalt our throne over the stars of | |
| GodLowly holy goats bare the brunt | |
| Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt | |
| Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells | |
| That smell of blessed cunt | |
| Like a convent where crosses rust | |
| From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun | |
| There where deeper needs are begged of lust | |
| And cess and less impress enough | |
| Obtaining the ord of | |
| Our Guardian, | |
| AngerAnd Death' s tunnel vision | |
| Bad thing in collision | |
| The locking of eyes and jagged antler | |
| Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams | |
| Feasting from throats of celestial thieves | |
| And God knows we seek victory | |
| Now that we are unleashed | |
| To drive nails home of blind faith through those | |
| Who drove us from error to terror below | |
| Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies | |
| Tarred with red honey, the plaster | |
| Of many a spire that aspired to rise | |
| Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die | |
| In the start like a cast | |
| In morality plays | |
| Our hearts wore a mask | |
| Of dead rooks in the rain | |
| The World was our cloister | |
| No prayer, bent in shame | |
| Our once lucent plumage | |
| Stung with horn withered gray | |
| And awayAs | |
| Aeons slew so we grew to myth | |
| Revenge accrued to a monolith | |
| Bursting through from our roofed abyss | |
| Like an aether greased fist | |
| Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed | |
| Our horror pours through the orifice | |
| Where once the spheres and archangels kissed | |
| Phallelujah | |
| Fellated Satan | |
| His coming assails | |
| The Night | |
| In GalesThat bewail turned tides | |
| That engulf their nation | |
| Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth | |
| In a darkened high house | |
| Overrun by disease | |
| So let the truth be wrung | |
| That the Banished | |
| Ones intent | |
| On reinstatement have won | |
| We breathe by virtue of their rot | |
| Now our souls exult above the stars of | |
| God |
| zuò cí : Cradle of Filth, Dani | |
| Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light | |
| A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night | |
| A tragic yet magical fall from grace | |
| Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste | |
| Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints | |
| Free shining souls torn from | |
| God' s given | |
| ReichDefiled, reviled, exiled from sight | |
| And Hell knows we sought victory | |
| Chancing the leash | |
| But when bad die were cast | |
| We were cast down to die | |
| A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes | |
| So scholars might say we were blinded by pride | |
| Like the sin of | |
| Our Father and the whims of our kind | |
| Whom in Isaiah and | |
| Midian thrived | |
| Regaining | |
| His sights for the storming of skies | |
| And after descenturies have crawled, vilified | |
| Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives | |
| For eternity is a coprophagic | |
| Backward figure head | |
| Gorging on | |
| Her own bitter end | |
| And We have eaten shit | |
| Until we' re close to addicts | |
| Now grime is running out | |
| For us to make amends | |
| To retake what once was lost | |
| To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
| God" To throw our into gates and gutsOf a severed never landWhere we, the damnedOnce pleasured ranLike seamen from the phallus sea" | |
| Atrocious oceans must be crossed | |
| To exalt our throne above the stars of | |
| GodThe thirteenth sign of the | |
| Zodiac climbs | |
| Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise | |
| Throwing shades of war before like prophecy | |
| Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep | |
| Nasty reap of freaks forsaken | |
| And when sultry | |
| Dusk disrobes they' ll learn | |
| She is not a natural blonde | |
| For the lower | |
| She goes the darker it grows | |
| An Eve that blows on | |
| Her knees for | |
| SatanFellated | |
| SatanScreams congeal in clotted pearl | |
| As He unfurls from aching hibernation | |
| Stormbringer drums thunder to full | |
| Dis orchestra | |
| As lighting streaks with fire | |
| Black clouds that shroud the | |
| EarthWhose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories | |
| But now the | |
| Sun is loath to come | |
| The crescent moon is freed | |
| Elated Satan | |
| The scimitar slash to the undergash | |
| Of Heaven too slight for penetration | |
| We strike as wolves from the thickening fog | |
| To exalt our throne over the stars of | |
| GodLowly holy goats bare the brunt | |
| Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt | |
| Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells | |
| That smell of blessed cunt | |
| Like a convent where crosses rust | |
| From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun | |
| There where deeper needs are begged of lust | |
| And cess and less impress enough | |
| Obtaining the ord of | |
| Our Guardian, | |
| AngerAnd Death' s tunnel vision | |
| Bad thing in collision | |
| The locking of eyes and jagged antler | |
| Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams | |
| Feasting from throats of celestial thieves | |
| And God knows we seek victory | |
| Now that we are unleashed | |
| To drive nails home of blind faith through those | |
| Who drove us from error to terror below | |
| Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies | |
| Tarred with red honey, the plaster | |
| Of many a spire that aspired to rise | |
| Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die | |
| In the start like a cast | |
| In morality plays | |
| Our hearts wore a mask | |
| Of dead rooks in the rain | |
| The World was our cloister | |
| No prayer, bent in shame | |
| Our once lucent plumage | |
| Stung with horn withered gray | |
| And awayAs | |
| Aeons slew so we grew to myth | |
| Revenge accrued to a monolith | |
| Bursting through from our roofed abyss | |
| Like an aether greased fist | |
| Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed | |
| Our horror pours through the orifice | |
| Where once the spheres and archangels kissed | |
| Phallelujah | |
| Fellated Satan | |
| His coming assails | |
| The Night | |
| In GalesThat bewail turned tides | |
| That engulf their nation | |
| Now divinity is a worm ridden mouth | |
| In a darkened high house | |
| Overrun by disease | |
| So let the truth be wrung | |
| That the Banished | |
| Ones intent | |
| On reinstatement have won | |
| We breathe by virtue of their rot | |
| Now our souls exult above the stars of | |
| God |