Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Wester Vespertine

Today was spent in languorDrifting through the foldAs midsummer vent its glamourIn cobbled streets a thousandfoldI bore cruelty from the sunThe jewelry that it hungAbout me God it stungLike life's betrayalNow shadows lengtheningHear the nightside stingThe promise of delightful things to comeWester vespertineWhen the sun is in declineReddened skies underlined in purpleExemplify cries goodbyes are verbalBats carouse about the tree lineDaylight bows out, free and felineAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester vespertineFeel the rush of power this magical hourThe heavens blaze their flames devourThe smoke of ruins black againstA bled horizon mystic incensedNightfall is dressed in fantasyEthereal the end of day enthrallsVoyeurs watching from the stallsIt enfolds the drear and drabLifts our heart to sheer romanticPyromantic necromantic heightsOf bright sensationFeel the rush of power this magical hourThe heavens blaze the angels cowerWisps of sulphur at my lipsThe abyss at kissed fingertipsNightfall is blessed with majestyThis night will see indictmentFor my needs extolThe virtues of excitementThis soul reigns uncontrolledSweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth

Have lent to my rebirthHer perfume is perverseAnd that's the way I like itBethlem is openingHer terrifying wingsThe promise of its frightful things to sperseHesperus will shineOut foremost as stars climbAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester vespertineFeel the rush of power this magical hourThe moon invades the vestal bowerGas lamps flicker in devotionLike fireflies on an iron oceanNightfall is best left to telestic needsCrepuscularThis theater is spurredTo drive the painted nails homeAnd let man's blithe desire roamAbout the city lit to pleaseThe pretty bits this august eveRevive my mortared soulToward the endToward the splendorLike lot the host gives up its ghostsHis gorgeous daughters now surrenderLammas glamourHammered in the dying lightLike a glowing hot saber set to clangour on the anvilWe'll bang destiny to rights nowWester vespertineThis is our time to tasteTo chase to embrace to lay waste to the vineThe cup of fornication is a decadent red wineWester vespertineWhen the sun is in declineReddened skies underlined in purpleExemplify cries, goodbyes are verbalBats carouse about the tree lineDaylight bows out free and felineAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo Wester Vespertine
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