Thank God For The Suffering Lyrics - Damnation And A Day - Cradle Of Filth

I, I still recall the first full moon of May 

Neath whose rays we lay together 

And those bright nights on glassy waves 

When we would glide lightly away 

From the grain for wicked flights of pleasure 

Those visions fade like ghosts to lifes parade 

Though incisions once made her so vivid 

A scarlet whore with both heels in the door 

Of a heaven severed from me, insipid 

Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits 

Only a slip from whence I beg her 

That I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis 

To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss 

And in those frozen moments won from grief 

That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes 

Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the suffering 

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Yeah, love would have conquered all but for the rapture 

That ancient plan for my defeat 

Denied faith skies that would have set her free 

It seems again, dreams wend to capture 

Once, dancing in a spotlit waltz 

Through a shadowed dimension 

Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes 

The world drifted by in a lost momentum with no divine intervention 

Regardless that the author of sin was me 

And I lay chaste of hate in faiths embrace 

As mortals warred with more, besides 

They warred with life itself 

And in those frozen moments won from grief 

That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes 

Inwove with death's head wing 

I thank God for the suffering 

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And I thank God for the suffering as still I burn for her return 

I would make my peace with everything 

I, I still recall, the first full moon of May 

Consigned to flames like secret letters 

Amidst the writhe of parapets where angels sigh, lonely she sits 

Only a slip from whence I beg her 

That I would wish her kiss, a chrysalis 

To break, to make my fluttered heart amiss 

And in those frozen moments won from grief 

That creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes 

Inwove with death's head wing, I thank God for the suffering 

Love would have conquered all, were we not parted? 

Her splintered loss rekindles rage 

The winter frost dwindles across my stage 

Lit up once more to score, finale started 

Love would have conquered all 

Love would have conquered 

Hate, hate, hate 

[Incomprehensible] 

From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun in drapes 

Inwove with death's head wing 

I thank God for the suffering