Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Death Of Love

Her penultimate sighs

Called softy on the kindling wind

Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth

And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven

Leaving her screams breaking my heart

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And in the grip of fire

I knew the death of love



Where will you be when they tense for warfare?

What will you see with your innocence there?


Where will you be when 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



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



The righteous death of love



Gilles adored her drama

Her suit of pure white armour

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'

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