Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Born In A Burial
Cradle of Filth - Born In A Burial слова песни
Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Born In A Burial
Sibilant and macabreWalpurgis sauntered inSkies lighten with five-pointed starsThe work of crafts surpassing sin( )As she graced her window ledgeAn orphaned gypsy nymphThis issue of the forest's bedSkin flushed with sipped absintheHer eyes revealed, as Brocken's peakTried once concealing HellA snow white line of divine freaksIn riot where they fellThe circus lurches in a ring of promised delightFor seven days and seven festival nightsWhat wicked wonders lie within the confinesOf the panther's denShe watches from a maypole on the rip of her tongueThe restless spirit of Christmas to comeA Gretel sick of merely sucking her thumbThan gingerbread menSpawned, scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was found born in a burial gownBorn in a burial gownBorn in a burial gownUnloosed, the chain of her god-given crossSeduced now pagan ribbons swathe her reposeIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lostToo many decades misfit and mislaidSo innocence, a tender legend of preyParades her second coming, now they're running afraidSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was found born in a burialShe was born, born in a burial gownShe was born, born in a burial gownNow she moves with a predator's guileBeyond the fire-lit circle of lifeShe soothes your cold heart for a whileThen matches its beat, synching in with a knifeShe wrestles her dreams with a delicate caseEspied by her cross on the wallAnd should she awake, through embrace or mistakeShe would take Jesus, blessed foot forward and allSibilant and at lastThe circus crawled awayWith another lover in its armsDancing on her graveBorn, born, born, born, bornBorn in a burial gownShe was born, born, born, bornBorn in a burial gownBorn in a burial gown