Midnight Shadows Crawl To Darken Counsel With Life Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

The evening air laps thick about 

The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims 

As dusk now slips away 

Where taught to run, the rotten tongue 

Of a hotter Götterdämerung 

Has started licking like a flame 

Whispers in the dismal mist 

Are full of crystal promises 

Black rites begun in earnest 

Ignite Hell's hungry furnace 

Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side 

Demonic passions climbing 

I'll-fated stars aligning 

Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master 

The tide of blood is rising 

His gifts will be providing 

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Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais 

Haunts the furthest tower 

Wherein death has sucked the hour 

There, throttled gasps tantamount for foreplay 

And drooling razors next to come 

Unspool red secrets from the young 

The moon grinned full, the games were chaste 

When the children first arrived 

Now midnight shadows crawl apace 

To darken council with their lives 

Flesh and ecstasy as sport 

Are immortal vices of the highest order 

Wherein devilry holds sway 

Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled 

Their songs of Necronomicon 

Spoke out of Gilles De Rais 

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Each murdered son, each frozen rose 

Handpicked, was gently fed 

To the sumptuous one in black and those 

Whose lives where thrown in with the dead 

The candles lit, the stage was set 

As it was in sainted days 

When censers swung and banners hung 

On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine 

Now the castle floats in the drifting fog 

Torn from it's moorings 

Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell 

As innocents entreat a shiffing God 

Their voices soaring 

On a silver tide to heaven 

On a knife edge as they fell 

The blade would plunge in virulent arcs 

Such wounds would stretch away 

By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks 

Of the monster Gilles De Rais 

Gilded Gilles De Rais 

Comets vomited 

The restless bells of crime 

Peeled black skin from broken bones 

Of angels cut from the nicks of time 

Festering faces with painted eyes 

The prettiest kept to be thrust inside 

Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side 

Caked in kissed goodbyes 

Days faded in decay 

The stench of perfume lied 

No horror in the glades of man 

Was left for Barrom to provide 

So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart 

And it's sordid, morbid crack 

No further atrocity could possibly surpass 

Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back