The Death Of Love Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Where will you be they tense for warfare? 

What will you see with your innocence there? 

Where will you be my darling? 

Where will you be they tense for warfare? 

Where will you be when God is glorifying? 

There we will be between the dead and dying 

Where will you be my darling? 

Where will you be when God is glorifying? 

Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain 

For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns 

Devoted to the votive, holy standard above 

"By command of the king of Heaven" 

Came the death of love 

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Where will you be when they're vilifying? 

How will they see when the truth is blinding? 

Where will you be my darling? 

Where will you be when they're vilifying? 

Where will you be when the dark is rising? 

How will you keep from it's terrorizing? 

Where will you be my darling? 

Where will you be when the dark is rising? 

Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom 

On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound 

But visions and ambition 

Never listened to submission 

And she was on a mission from the highest above 

To Lord upon the slaughter 

Like a sword through hissing water 

She arose where archers sought her 

For the death of love 

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The righteous death of love 

Gilles adored her drama 

Her suit of pure white armor 

Blazed against the English in a torrent of light 

And as they rallied onto night 

A cancer fled his soul 

Dissolving 

Framed amid the thick of fire 

Aflame, a Valkyrie 

She made him click without desire 

And in his eyes she swam a Goddess 

And even when they caught her breath 

Her words would leave a scar 

"For only in the grip of darkness 

Will we shine amidst the brightest stars" 

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? 

How will you know if the sky is burning? 

Where will you be my darling? 

How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? 

Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? 

Will you not flee and label me pariah? 

Where will you be my darling? 

Where will you be when they light my pyre? 

Aligned with Joan in all 

That was enthroned and divine 

He swore to score the crimes 

Jackdaws poured on this dove 

Crimes he knew alone 

Derived from minds of the blind 

The church unfurled for murder perched 

Upon the death of love 

Framed amid the thick of fire 

Aflame, a Valkyrie 

She claimed the skies were lit with spires 

And in his eyes she swam a Goddess 

And even when she fought for breath 

Her words would leave a scar 

"For only in the grip of darkness 

Will we shine amidst the brightest stars"