Swansong For A Raven Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Forgive the day's 

Last serenades 

Her skies they bruise like Nordic women 

Deep crimson stains 

That Death would claim 

His robes of office swim in 

As would I 

For his dark eye 

Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe 

On charred remains 

With shared disdain 

For those I chose to mortify 

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Their cries 

Have paralysed 

And the smoke has choked these vistas 

But still I lie 

Though tears have died 

On the grave of my Clarissa 

A verse for her whispered to the earth 

(A lover's curse is a see-through coffin) 

Praises her curves so oft concurred 

Though she wasâ?¦ 

No Snow White on the night she died 

Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over 

Lipped with blood and secrets pried 

For on and in they spread her wide 

That seraph bride 

The Devil's pride 

Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise 

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But they would writhe 

For my dark eye 

Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's 

On Esther's reign 

And in this vein 

I saw their lust still stain her thighs 

Their cries 

Have paralysed 

And the smoke has choked these vistas 

But still I lie 

Though tears have died 

On the grave of my Clarissa 

Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes 

Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches 

A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetryâ?¦ 

I wasâ?¦ 

No dark knight, breaking men like ice 

I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over 

Lipped with blood and last goodbyes 

Now I dream 

Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion 

Where beauty streams 

Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come 

To tear out her spells 

In red lettered cells 

Wherein even the crown prince of Hell 

Come out of his arrogant shell 

Would falter to better 

But her face soon dispels 

And as black feathers fell 

From heaven's smoke 

So I woke to insanity 

Her exquisite corpse 

Found fit for their sport 

Of course 

Would burn on the morrow with meâ?¦ 

And there on this night 

Strung up in my sight 

Naked she sways 

Displayed for their vulgar delight 

I scream through my bars at the stars 

That for these crimes of mine solace me 

I will fear not the flames 

That to passion are tame 

Not nearly the same searing pain 

(I pray) As held sway upon losing her 

Nor the mettle of roars 

That will settle like ashes and scores 

As with our ghosts in the fog 

When we both turn no more