Cradle of Filth - Her Ghost In The Fog

Cradle of Filth-Her Ghost in the Fog

The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as thus tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midtnightmare trampling of dreams
But oh, no tearse 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 so symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark-liquored 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 an camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An inquistive 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 mesmerised
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 and 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 fragmant blood
Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts

Then this 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
Theit man had longed to try
And i broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

o symmetry
Sought her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Ariabian nightmare...

She was Erzulie 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
May lantern chased Her phantom and blew

Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...
Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
i swept from cries
Mesmiresed
By the taffeta Ley
of 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