Cradle Of Filth - Her Ghost In The Fog - табы GTP и PTB

"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
 soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
 as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
 and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
 But on, no tears please
 Fear and pain may accompany Death
 But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
 as We shall see..."

 She was divinity's creature
 That kissed in cold mirrors
 A Queen of Snow
 Far beyond compare
 Lips attuned to symmetry
 Sought Her everywhere
 Dark liqoured eyes
 An Arabian nightmare... 

 She shone on watercolours
 Of my pondlife as pearl
 Until those who couldn't have Her
 Cut Her free of this World 

 That fateful Eve when..
 The trees stank of sunset and camphor
 Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
 An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
 On my love picking rue by the light of the moon 

 Putting reason to flight
 Or to death as their way
 They crept through woods mesmerized
 By the taffeta Ley
 Of Her hips that held sway
 Over all they surveyed
 Save a mist on the rise
 (A deadly blessing to hide)
 Her ghost in the fog 

 They raped left...
 (Five men of God)
 ...Her ghost in the fog 

 Dawn discovered Her there
 Beneath the Cedar's stare
 Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
 Flown to gown Her beauty bared
 Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
 I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer 

 She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
 "Never to part
 Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" 

 Then this I screamed:
 "Come back to Me
 I was born in love with thee
 So why should fate stand inbetween?" 

 And as I drowned Her gentle curves
 With dreams unsaid and final words
 I espied a gleam trodden to earth
 The Church bell tower key... 

 The village mourned her by the by
 For She'd been a witch
 their Men had longed to try
 And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
 My tortured soul on ice 

 A Queen of snow
 Far beyond compare
 Lips attuned to symmetry
 Sought Her everywhere
 Trappistine eyes
 An Arabian nightmare... 

 She was Ersulie possessed
 Of a milky white skin
 My porcelain Yin
 A graceful Angel of Sin 

 And so for Her...
 The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
 My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
 Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
 Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... 

 Putting reason to flight
 Or to flame unashamed
 I swept form cries
 Mesmerized
 By the taffeta Ley
 Or Her hips that held sway
 Over all those at bay
 Save a mist on the rise
 A final blessing to hide
 Her ghost in the fog 

 And I embraced
 Where lovers rot...
 Her ghost in the fog 

 Her ghost in the fog