Cradle Of Filth - The Promise Of Fever Lyrics
In the beginningRimmed with wind and stormA great black wrath of infinite mathSpat snarling into formAnd there was heavenLit up with precious stonesEach one could fall but for the ruleOf faith and love and stronger thronesAnd therein rose vast wondersAffections to be seenFathered from the plunderedReflections of a dreamFogging into nightmareFor him whose place was setWith wayward stars that absent, marredAll creation with their theftIn the beginningBewinged and ringed with dawnThis favoured avatar, enthralledSwansongs from those that thronged this shoreWith gabriel and michaelHe shone with fierce intentFor loyalty, their joy to seeHim spur the hymns to heaven (sent)For sculptured lips of seraphimWhom fate then cruelly rent(with sleight fingered strains of harmony)Each note to grim portentAs grinning nimbus gatheredOver spires arabesqueFor him that blazed with holy praiseThat for a jealous God was meantShining feriluceLustrous scourge of fallen spiritsBasked in glory, flewTo lakes in sacred altitudesSweet haunting music swathed the breezeWith curling tongues that lapped the leadAs through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift)Until at last, past grasping treesHe paused to draught forbidden streamsThat whispered siren promisesTo drown his thirst (for sports amiss)These waters held secretsLike raped russian dollsWherein evil and goodTore his soul for controlAnd drunk with the verse of desires first wordsThe weight of the universeSlunk in rehearsedHorror in numbers too great to discernThe rotting of worlds to the conqueror wormAnd love a rare orchid so fragile in bloomEspied gasping breath under dark sheeted moonsShining feriluceReflected in jaded mirrorClimbing from the nooseOf time in divine servitudeAnd thus a strange new melodyOf will and wanton fantasiesWhetted by the veiled, seenDanced from his ashen lipsIn red dawn scores, the silver screamOf truth and her deleted scenesWas taken up as far, it seemedAs God his words eclipsed(those waters hid visionsLike butchers in warPerverting the courseOf lifes blood evermore...)In the beginningSkinned well with gibbous tonesOf countenance and ignoranceIn equal measures sewnA marbled arc of angelsSworn to the morningstarShared his pride and deep insideFelt chill shadows sweep their cards
