A Crescendo Of Passion Bleeding Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Spells lay daggers before me 

Passion speaks in grue vehement stabs 

Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain 

The tumor grows until the enemy is slain 

Slight-less storm 

Knee-deep in hate, I seethe 

My purpose here has woken to breath 

Total war on the brethren of men 

Millions regardless, dying by my hand 

A black age of fire 

Brief in its vicious eloquence 

Removing the dross 

Love will arise from the ashes of your loss 

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Then and only then 

Will the pleasure of Eden be mine 

And the sinews of life itself will be tied 

In the very veins of my bloodline 

And their tears tasted sweet 

I will rule as a king 

And the Goddess will sit 

As my guiding Queen 

In the glory of the earth 

Our crowns are studded 

With the jewels of blasphemy 

Blasphemy 

Slight-less storm 

Knee-deep in hate, I seethe 

My purpose here has woken to breath 

Total war on the brethren of men 

Millions regardless, dying by my hand 

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Your blood is the life 

Your blood is the life 

I seek to evoke a new order in Man 

A flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem 

The lion is vexed to uproot and descend 

Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust 

Tempering weapons of criminal lust 

I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies 

Thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease 

Your blood is the life 

Your blood is the life 

Even the moon, will not lend thee her light 

The darkness serves will to snuff out human life 

That I might reclaim the world as my right 

I kill without scruple or silent regret 

In haunts of the sinister lunar aspect 

For I am the pleasure that comes from your pain 

Tiny red miracles falling like rain 

The incessant walls of death surrounds me 

But this is not the part of me that wishes to breed 

There will be no dread thereafter 

The mysteries, I reveal unto thee 

I stir the hearts of the wisest 

By the fools, I will always be feared 

My kingdom feeds off their slaughter 

A crescendo of passion bleeding 

On the pale reflection of dawn 

Devour the sun