Her Ghost In The Fog (edit Version) Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

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 no, 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 liquored eyes 

An Arabian nightmare 

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She shone on watercolors 

Of my pond life 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 

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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 in between?" 

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 judgment 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