The Promise Of Fever Lyrics - Damnation And A Day - Cradle Of Filth

In the beginning 

Rimmed with wind and storm 

A great black wrath of infinite math 

Spat snarling into form 

And there was heaven 

Lit up with precious stones 

Each one could fall but for the rule 

Of faith and love and stronger thrones 

And therein rose vast wonders 

Affections to be seen 

Fathered from the plundered 

Reflections of a dream 

Fogging into nightmare 

For him whose place was set 

With wayward stars that absent, marred 

All creation with their 

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In the beginning 

Bewinged and ringed with dawn 

This favoured Avatar, enthralled 

Swansongs from those that thronged this shore 

With Gabriel and Michael 

He shone with fierce intent 

For loyalty, their joy to see 

Him spur the hymns to heaven 

From the sculptured lips of seraphim 

Whom fate then cruelly rent 

Wtih sleight-fingered strains of harmony 

Each note to grim portent 

As grinnning nimbus gathered 

Over spires arabesque 

For Him that blazed with holy praise 

That for a jealous God was meant 

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Shining Feriluce 

Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits 

Basked in glory, flew 

To lakes in sacred altitudes 

Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze 

With curling tongues that lapped His lead 

As through thick mountain mist 

He wandered cursed with thoughts adrift 

He paused to draught forbidden streams 

That whispered siren promises 

To drown His thirst 

For sports amiss 

These waters held secrets 

Liked raped Russian dolls 

Wherein evil and good 

Tore His soul for control 

And drunk with the verse of desire's first words 

The weight of the universe 

Slunk in rehearsed 

Horror in numbers too great to discern 

The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm 

And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom 

Espied gasping breath under dark-sheeted moons 

Shining Feriluce 

Reflected in a jaded mirror 

Climbing from the noose 

Of time in divine servitude 

And thus a strange new melody 

Of will and wanton fantasies 

Whetted by the veiled, seen 

Danced from His ashen lips 

In red dawn scores, the silver scream 

Of truth and Her deleted scenes 

Was taken up as far it seemed 

As God His words eclipsed 

Those waters hid visions 

Like butchers in war 

Perverting the course 

Of life's blood evermore 

In the beginning 

Skinned well with gibbous tones 

Of countenance and ignorance 

In equal measures sewn 

A marbled arc of Angels 

Sworn to the morning star 

Shared His pride and deep inside 

Felt chill shadows sweep their cards