ฟังเพลงHer Ghost in the Fog

Her Ghost in the Fog - Cradle Of Filth

The moon she hangs like a cruel portrait

Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees

As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart

And the midnightmare trampling of dreams

But oh no tears please

Fear and pain may accompany death

But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty

As we shall see

She was divinity's creature

That kissed in cold mirrors

A queen of snow

Far beyond compare

Lips attuned to symmetry

Sought her everywhere

Dark liquored eyes

An Arabian nightmare

She shone on watercolours

Of my pondlife as pearl

Until those who couldn't have her

Cut her free of this world

That fateful eve when

The trees stank of sunset and camphor

Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw

An inquisitive glance like the shadows they cast

On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight

Or to death as their way

They crept through woods mesmerized

By the taffeta ley

Of her hips that held sway

Over all they surveyed

Save a mist on the rise

A deadly blessing to hide

Her ghost in the fog

They raped and left

Five men of God

Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered her there

Beneath the cedar's stare

Silk dress torn her raven hair

Flown to gown her beauty bared

Was starred with frost I knew her lost

I wept till tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn me vows in fragrant blood

Never to part

Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts

Then this I screamed

Come back to me

For I was born in love with thes

So why should fate stand inbetween

And as I drowned her gentle curves

With dreams unsaid and final words

I espied a gleam trodden to earth

The church bell tower key

The village mourned her by goodbye

For she'd been a witch

Their men had longed to try

And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs

My tortured soul on

Ice

A queen of snow

Far beyond compare

Lips attuned to symmetry

Sought her everywhere

Trappistine eyes

An Arabian nightmare

She was Erzulie possessed

Of a milky white skin

My porcelain yin

A graceful angel of sin

And so for her

The breeze stank of sunset and camphor

My lantern chased her phantom and blew

Their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain

Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed

Putting reason to flight

Or to flame unashamed

I swept from cries

Mesmerized

By the taffeta ley

Or her hips that held sway

Over all those at bay

Save a mist on the rise

A final blessing to hide

Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced

Where lovers rot

Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog