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  • Текст песни Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devils Thunder

    Исполнитель: Cradle Of Filth
    Название песни: Godspeed On The Devils Thunder
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    "This is the moment I go to God"

    Burning like derision on the prism of night
    Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites
    Meant to overpower and bedizen his light
    He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite
    The moon was black

    Devil may care
    Three times he'd glared before his judges
    Darkening there
    With a Wormwood mind
    And a gullet of poison

    Asked
    He thought the court a farce
    His tongue as sharp as glass
    A bastard to the last
    This truth assassin...

    ..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast
    Flexing vexation at clerics aghast
    In uproar he caused the cross to be masked
    And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed

    Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died
    The curse even clearer on the sanity side
    Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise
    From Heaven's shored poured to the sore divide

    The moon was black

    Devil may care
    Their thunder sundered all his veils
    Thickening there
    His beligerent pulse
    To a sickening crawl

    Yes
    He'd fostered wickedness
    Fed vipers at his breast
    Inflicted death's caress
    So now to suffer...

    He'd burn, discern
    That his second turn
    Would last for eternity
    In reckoning flames

    That night his plight marched in demented Parades
    O'er a rainbow of black magic scars
    The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades
    Deep in the sleep of this heretic, barred

    The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved
    His epiphany struggled to come
    But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared
    Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun

    All fears were smeared
    When Joan had appeared
    In a shower of tears
    Last vestige of innocence

    Yearning for her vision of divinity
    Of her miracles and dreamt lyrical deeds

    He would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissed
    And together they'd climb to God, entwined in bliss

    Devil may care
    He awed the court with a sworn confession
    Quickening there
    His radiant death
    And acute renewal

    Thus
    The end was glorious
    He went like Jesus trussed
    To shadow and to dust
    At the stroke of seven

    And
    With thieves at both his hands
    The Reaper of these lands
    Wept with holy plans
    As he choked to heaven

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