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  • Текст песни Cradle Of Filth - Under Huntress Moon

    Исполнитель: Cradle Of Filth
    Название песни: Under Huntress Moon
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    With the snow fallen thick
    And bonfires alit
    And shooting stars portents of rips
    I ascended to spur
    A mere glimpse or murmur
    From her precious celestial lips

    Be it sun to your moon
    'Be it moon to your sun'
    Together we promised to come
    With a turn of the screw
    And a slip of the tongue
    We eclipsed one another undone

    Through the mist, through the woods
    With the night-wraiths I've stood
    Atop murderous peaks calling you
    On storm-lashed beachheads
    Where the fishermen dread
    The things your bewitchments accrue

    Those deep creatures bring
    Her cut diamond rings
    A girl with a pearl necklace her
    Advancing in fevers
    Tsunamis and myrrh
    Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?

    She lights the skies
    Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean
    To spite her thighs
    That Lucifer snuck inside
    And with his pride
    Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen
    So paradise
    Could shine from out her skirts

    'I adorn myself at dusk
    With ornaments to close the noose
    A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell

    My body glows with lust
    Anaemic as the flag of truce
    I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell'

    With every twist I cannot resist her
    Fertile female mind control
    This wanton witch, white-rapids sister
    To whom I pour my wine and soul

    From a copse of black yews
    Where the moon was drawn through
    Like a sword through a Gordian knot
    She descended to me
    Claiming swift victory
    Over the heart I had near-soon forgot

    With every kiss this huntress whispered;
    'Yield to my sweet embrace
    One night of bliss'. I could not dismiss her
    Once her beauty shot me a darker face
    You mesmerise my soul Diana
    You mesmerise my soul

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