Of Mist & Midnight Skies Lyrics - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh - Cradle Of Filth

We, the nocturnal few 

Bound by other laws 

To the service of the enemies of God 

Are silent and hidden 

Yet our exquisite fire burns on 

Poised to engulf 

Tie a man to his God 

He may not walk for fear 

Of falling foul to temptation 

Where once faith stood her ground 

Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame 

Cast the fetid virgin back from where she came 

Drink deep of the promise in my eyes 

Of mist and midnight skies 

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I drown in fathomless dreams 

And in the reeking mire of virtue scream 

I yearn to sell my very soul 

(And you shall for none so dark and sinister) 

(Will arise to embrace the Arts) 

Do What Thou Wilt 

Until the stones in my heart stand still 

Regardless of the cost to your repugnant god 

The last May frost may blight the crops 

And will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog 

Or nature, but infernal tasks 

"By your cursings and imprecations 

You wrong both Man and beast 

By whatever whim you serve 

Of the Devil your leige" 

Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways 

Will be wrought to condemn thee 

Conspiring to cull the pagan ways 

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Twist back their lies, personify their needs 

The war begins by Satanic decree 

If Evil we be, we will our lives 

To mist and midnight skies 

I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children 

Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league 

And bring the host of the Nazarene to their knees 

Breath the life of an entity never-born 

Darkness now descend in raven form 

The words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread 

Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me 

I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet 

Raper of all my worldly enemies 

Lycanthropy, please poison me 

Send acausal instincts crawling my brain 

Take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed 

Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jeweled moon-head 

The cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs 

For now we congregate where once my angel sang 

That night they came and took her away from me 

I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse 

And to spit in the face of their, "God" 

We will ride again 

In the midnight skies