Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Haunted Shores

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade

Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned

And Christendom sought to pervet but poets of my name

Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed

The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings

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To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings



These are the shores whereto my soul

Blood drenched and unredeemed

Shalt seek solace in secrets told




From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius

A proud, audacious King mantled in the vehemence of lust

Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided

In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided

Then treachery a wingless beast, came crawling to my court

And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought



I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot

How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost

Morganna art thou near me?

Languid I wend my path to grave

Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp

Of the naiad neath the silvered lake

When waters stirred lay silent

Mistress let the mists descend

Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart

His sombre gaze defies legend

More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes

Art for the Banshees song

Or our souls entwined like vein upon

The haunted shores of Avalon



The haunted shores of Avalon



Bury me in velvet dream

Lest I unduly wake

And seek to reconcile my thirst

With the cowardly tailors of my fate

Unleash mastiffs of snarling night

To overthrow, plague and burn

As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead

To scheme of my return



Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm

A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn

Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword

Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war

The wolfs are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free

This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds



These are the shores whereto my soul

Blood drenched and unredeemed

Shalt seek solace in secrets told

Through the whispers of a dream.

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