CRADLE OF FILTH - An Enemy Led The Tempest lyrics

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As pride precedes the downfall<br>So he took his place before the firewall<br>Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one<br>Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung<br><br>Between forgiveness and the damage done<br><br>An electric scent over drear decay<br>Lent a violent surge to their serenades<br>Through white glades as his winged parade<br>Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors<br><br>Within vast skies unversed in starkness<br>His might grew<br>And blew light hues to grey...<br>And worse, a third of stars to darkness<br><br>Then thunder seethed<br>And wreathed in thickening night<br>A line was drawn midst wrong and right<br>And across the throat of thieves<br><br>As love fell choked, the tempest broke<br>From heaven's farthest shore<br>Descending to eclipse all hope<br>Repentance might stay holy war<br><br>He would not heel nor fake a bow<br>Murmur curses to the wind<br>Enraged, he raved in balrog howls<br>Upon a storm firstborn of sin<br><br>Incensed anew, rebellious tore<br>Like frenzied beasts of prey<br>Through temple doors...<br>Thrown east before the midnight masses<br><br>And where once bliss reigned so serene<br>In sweeter glades<br>Now veins ran openly...<br>Like eyes that shed from kindred ashes<br><br>When suddenly<br>There shone a hideous light<br>And a voice like three insanities<br>Soared up in thistled speech<br><br>Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none<br>And for this grave mistake<br>How thou art fallen morning sun<br>The proud will be abased<br><br>He would not heel nor fake a bow<br>Murmur curses to the wind<br>And lo, the wrath of God swept down...<br><br>Thou art no more an angel filled<br>With light, but a leech to be abhorred<br>And thou shalt suffer my burning will...<br>Quoth this raven: nevermore<br><br>Nevermore<br><br>And with these words like heavy stone<br>Cast against that gilded throne<br>With many legions still in tow<br>He turned his wings to flee<br>His eyes a picture of distaste<br>Drawn to tears and in their place<br>The dawn of time and fates to face<br>Through all eternity...<br><br>I wept for him a deep red river<br>That ran like blood through scarred ravines<br>To sluice away the guilt that slithered<br>Like a serpent tongue to eve<br>For once as i, in heaven climbed<br>Too high for truth to truly see<br>My sunken mind, drunken and blind<br>Saw the lie: the fool was me...<br><br>Alone and cold, face to the crack<br>Beyond the dark gates with no way back<br>His crown of gold faded to black<br>Like a bruise upon the heart that lingers<br><br>With thrill-kill culture shock wave lengths<br>Of rope to hang high<br>Ten commandments by...<br>Snaked about his upraised fingers