Born in a Burial Gown Lyrics
| Song | Born in a Burial Gown |
| Artist | Cradle of Filth |
| Album | Bitter Suites to Succubi |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All |
| [00:01.00] | 作词 : Davey,Eaglestone+Piras(All |
| [00:16.130] | Sibilant and macabre |
| [00:18.130] | Walpurgis sauntered in |
| [00:20.240] | Skies litten with five-pointed stars |
| [00:22.480] | The work of crafts surpassing sin |
| [00:24.910] | As She graced Her window ledge |
| [00:26.920] | - An orphaned gypsy nymph |
| [00:29.060] | This issue of the forest's bed |
| [00:31.280] | Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - |
| [00:33.420] | Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak |
| [00:35.670] | Tried once concealing Hell |
| [00:37.760] | A snow white line of divine freaks |
| [00:39.940] | In riot, where they fell... |
| [00:44.840] | |
| [00:59.830] | The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight |
| [01:01.950] | For seven days and seven festival nights |
| [01:04.290] | What wicked wonders lie within the confines |
| [01:06.360] | Of the panther's den |
| [01:08.350] | She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue |
| [01:10.800] | The restless spirit of Christmas to come |
| [01:13.130] | A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb |
| [01:15.050] | Than gingerbread men |
| [01:17.310] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
| [01:21.970] | She was the light of the world going down |
| [01:25.680] | War-torn, forlorn and malarial |
| [01:30.090] | She was found |
| [01:31.800] | Born in a burial gown |
| [01:38.320] | |
| [01:51.420] | Unloosed, the chain of Her god-given cross |
| [01:53.500] | Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose |
| [01:55.660] | In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost |
| [02:00.020] | Too many decades misfit and mislaid |
| [02:02.320] | In innocence, a tender legend of prey |
| [02:04.490] | Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid |
| [02:08.730] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
| [02:13.380] | She was the light of the world going down |
| [02:17.080] | War-torn, forlorn and malarial |
| [02:21.540] | She was found |
| [02:23.360] | Born in a burial gown |
| [02:30.010] | She was born born in a burial gown |
| [02:38.220] | She was born born in a burial gown |
| [02:44.470] | |
| [02:59.090] | Now She moves with a predator's guile |
| [03:02.920] | Beyond the firelit circle of life |
| [03:07.420] | She soothes your cold heart for a while |
| [03:10.850] | Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife |
| [03:14.880] | She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case |
| [03:18.840] | Espied by Her cross on the wall |
| [03:23.060] | And should She awake, through embrace or mistake |
| [03:27.190] | She would take Jesus |
| [03:29.520] | Bless foot forward and all... |
| [03:35.920] | |
| [03:40.270] | Sibilant and at last |
| [03:42.470] | The circus crawled away |
| [03:44.690] | With another lover in its arms |
| [03:46.890] | Dancing on Her grave... |
| [03:51.340] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
| [00:01.00] | zuo ci : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
| [00:16.130] | Sibilant and macabre |
| [00:18.130] | Walpurgis sauntered in |
| [00:20.240] | Skies litten with fivepointed stars |
| [00:22.480] | The work of crafts surpassing sin |
| [00:24.910] | As She graced Her window ledge |
| [00:26.920] | An orphaned gypsy nymph |
| [00:29.060] | This issue of the forest' s bed |
| [00:31.280] | Skin flushed with sipped absinthe |
| [00:33.420] | Her eyes revealed, as Brocken' s peak |
| [00:35.670] | Tried once concealing Hell |
| [00:37.760] | A snow white line of divine freaks |
| [00:39.940] | In riot, where they fell... |
| [00:44.840] | |
| [00:59.830] | The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight |
| [01:01.950] | For seven days and seven festival nights |
| [01:04.290] | What wicked wonders lie within the confines |
| [01:06.360] | Of the panther' s den |
| [01:08.350] | She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue |
| [01:10.800] | The restless spirit of Christmas to come |
| [01:13.130] | A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb |
| [01:15.050] | Than gingerbread men |
| [01:17.310] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
| [01:21.970] | She was the light of the world going down |
| [01:25.680] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
| [01:30.090] | She was found |
| [01:31.800] | Born in a burial gown |
| [01:38.320] | |
| [01:51.420] | Unloosed, the chain of Her godgiven cross |
| [01:53.500] | Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose |
| [01:55.660] | In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost |
| [02:00.020] | Too many decades misfit and mislaid |
| [02:02.320] | In innocence, a tender legend of prey |
| [02:04.490] | Parades Her second coming, now they' re running afraid |
| [02:08.730] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
| [02:13.380] | She was the light of the world going down |
| [02:17.080] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
| [02:21.540] | She was found |
| [02:23.360] | Born in a burial gown |
| [02:30.010] | She was born born in a burial gown |
| [02:38.220] | She was born born in a burial gown |
| [02:44.470] | |
| [02:59.090] | Now She moves with a predator' s guile |
| [03:02.920] | Beyond the firelit circle of life |
| [03:07.420] | She soothes your cold heart for a while |
| [03:10.850] | Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife |
| [03:14.880] | She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case |
| [03:18.840] | Espied by Her cross on the wall |
| [03:23.060] | And should She awake, through embrace or mistake |
| [03:27.190] | She would take Jesus |
| [03:29.520] | Bless foot forward and all... |
| [03:35.920] | |
| [03:40.270] | Sibilant and at last |
| [03:42.470] | The circus crawled away |
| [03:44.690] | With another lover in its arms |
| [03:46.890] | Dancing on Her grave... |
| [03:51.340] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
| [00:01.00] | zuò cí : Davey, Eaglestone Piras All |
| [00:16.130] | Sibilant and macabre |
| [00:18.130] | Walpurgis sauntered in |
| [00:20.240] | Skies litten with fivepointed stars |
| [00:22.480] | The work of crafts surpassing sin |
| [00:24.910] | As She graced Her window ledge |
| [00:26.920] | An orphaned gypsy nymph |
| [00:29.060] | This issue of the forest' s bed |
| [00:31.280] | Skin flushed with sipped absinthe |
| [00:33.420] | Her eyes revealed, as Brocken' s peak |
| [00:35.670] | Tried once concealing Hell |
| [00:37.760] | A snow white line of divine freaks |
| [00:39.940] | In riot, where they fell... |
| [00:44.840] | |
| [00:59.830] | The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight |
| [01:01.950] | For seven days and seven festival nights |
| [01:04.290] | What wicked wonders lie within the confines |
| [01:06.360] | Of the panther' s den |
| [01:08.350] | She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue |
| [01:10.800] | The restless spirit of Christmas to come |
| [01:13.130] | A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb |
| [01:15.050] | Than gingerbread men |
| [01:17.310] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
| [01:21.970] | She was the light of the world going down |
| [01:25.680] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
| [01:30.090] | She was found |
| [01:31.800] | Born in a burial gown |
| [01:38.320] | |
| [01:51.420] | Unloosed, the chain of Her godgiven cross |
| [01:53.500] | Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose |
| [01:55.660] | In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost |
| [02:00.020] | Too many decades misfit and mislaid |
| [02:02.320] | In innocence, a tender legend of prey |
| [02:04.490] | Parades Her second coming, now they' re running afraid |
| [02:08.730] | Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial |
| [02:13.380] | She was the light of the world going down |
| [02:17.080] | Wartorn, forlorn and malarial |
| [02:21.540] | She was found |
| [02:23.360] | Born in a burial gown |
| [02:30.010] | She was born born in a burial gown |
| [02:38.220] | She was born born in a burial gown |
| [02:44.470] | |
| [02:59.090] | Now She moves with a predator' s guile |
| [03:02.920] | Beyond the firelit circle of life |
| [03:07.420] | She soothes your cold heart for a while |
| [03:10.850] | Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife |
| [03:14.880] | She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate case |
| [03:18.840] | Espied by Her cross on the wall |
| [03:23.060] | And should She awake, through embrace or mistake |
| [03:27.190] | She would take Jesus |
| [03:29.520] | Bless foot forward and all... |
| [03:35.920] | |
| [03:40.270] | Sibilant and at last |
| [03:42.470] | The circus crawled away |
| [03:44.690] | With another lover in its arms |
| [03:46.890] | Dancing on Her grave... |
| [03:51.340] |
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