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Cradle Of Filth

Genres: Metal

Medusa And Hemlock Lyrics - Cradle Of Filth

Dim the lights, wrong the rites 

Toss the puerile cross away 

We are gashing from a venomous womb 

Burning bright, dead of night 

Pyres stain a milky way 

Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon 

 

In the Samhain mist 

We lay in welcome by the western gate 

With the five fold kiss 

For every soul returning 

From the fecund abyss 

Where nature's travesties congregate 

With a stone cold wish 

To see the wicker man burning 

 

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The wind, she whispers 

Through the graveyards of our hearts 

Wreathed in dreams 

As she weaves her witchcraft 

We breathe, enamoured 

Of the conquering dark 

 

Medusa and Hemlock 

 

Harvest past, fires cast 

Ashen shades this Halloween 

We are set now to Beherit the earth 

Widdershins, death begins 

To fashion fete to gallow scenes 

Sprits rising to discredit rebirth 

 

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In the Samhain mist 

We lay in welcome by the western gate 

With the five fold kiss 

For every soul returning 

From the fecund abyss 

Where nature's travesties congregate 

With a stone cold wish 

To see the wicker man burning 

 

The wind, she flitters 

Through the forest of our hearts 

Wreathed in leaves 

As she weaves her witchcraft 

We breathe, enamoured 

Of the conquering dark 

 

I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair 

Plot your face, then ascending marble stares 

You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair 

Tasting my blood 

That runs from worming tongue like prayer 

 

Under pagan veneer snakes a fear 

That makes the stars 

Grieve, just to be 

Uncharted on this eve 

When part of me chars a path 

Through your heavenly constellations 

 

Medusa and Hemlock 

 

Back to black, hinges crack 

Rituals call obscenities 

Sheets of demons rush insanity skies 

Tread the salt; the dead exult 

Preachers beg our clemency 

Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes 

 

We who kept the candle by the vault 

We who kept the candle on the cult 

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