Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Under Huntress Moon

With the snow fallen thick

And bonfires alit

And shooting stars portents of rips

I ascended to spur

A mere glimpse of murmur

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From her precious celestial lips



Be it sun to your moon

“Be it moon to your sun”

Together we promised to come


And a slip of the tongue

We eclipsed one another undone



Through the mist, through the woods

With the night-wraiths I’ve stood

Atop murderous peaks calling you

On storm-lashed beachheads

Where the fisherman dread

The things your bewitchments accrue



Those deep creatures bring

Her cut diamond rings

A girl with a pearl necklace her

Advancing in fevers

Tsunamis and myrrh

Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?



She lights the skies

Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean

To spite her thighs

That Lucifer snuck inside

And with his pride

Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen

So paradise

Could shine from out her skirts



“I adorn myself at dusk

With ornaments to close the noose

A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell



My body glows with lust

Anaemic as the flag of truce

I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell”



With every twist I cannot resist her

Fertile female mind control

This wanton witch, white rapids sister

To whom I pour my wine and soul



From a copse of black yews

Where the moon was drawn through

Like a sword through a Gordian knot

She descended to me

Claiming swift victory

Over the heart I had near soon forgot



With every kiss this huntress whispered;

“Yield to my sweet embrace

One night of bliss”. I could not dismiss her

Once her beauty shot me a darker face



You mesmerise my soul Diana

You mesmerise my soul

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