Lifting with truth and then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven. Leaving her screams breaking my heart and in the… — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above. 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came the death of love. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Come back to me for I was born in love with thee so why should fate stand in between. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
To Lord upon the slaughter. Like a sword through hissing water. She arose where archers sought her. For the death of love. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Lifting with truth and then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven. Leaving her screams breaking my heart and in the grip of… — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Where will you be when they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom. On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
The blinding flare of passion in the shade of narrow streets. Where their poison never rationed all the tips they left in me. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Fold to my arms hold their mesmeric sway and dance her to the moon as we did in those golden days. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your loneliness and would you ever soon. Come above unto me? — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
In black Cataracts wouldn't whitewash away. Her filthy smoke stack she burnt me like a furnace for my future suicide. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Visions and ambition never listened to submission and she was on a mission from the highest above. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
Her penultimate sighs called softy on the kindling wind. Her saintly eyes filling with tears. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
All through eed September with skies fire-paved. I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
A lover hung on her death row. I was hooked on her disease. Highly strung like Cupid's bow. Whose arrows hungered meat. — Cradle Of Filth Copy Share Image
