CRADLE OF FILTH - The Smoke Of Her Burning lyrics

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Earth and sea cower from my screams<br>As I climb into the skies<br>Atop sins towered heaven high for me<br>From whence I see no reason why<br>I should not smite with vengeance<br>And hurl thieves down from paradise<br>For storms before were as nothing more<br>Than a breeze next to this night<br><br>I am methuselah of the tribulation<br>The moonchild come to harm<br>A riot of stars shaken from their station<br><br>The choking smoke of jerusalem burning<br>Six vices become wrath<br><br>And though half-blind with ravening<br>Like phineus now I see<br>The end declared from the beginning<br>Love won through my defeat<br>But now I fear I will never peer<br>On her radiance again<br>I shall glimpse instead, the slurried red<br>Of faces pressed to bloodstained panes<br><br>Betrayed and played by god<br>Who alone but he<br>Scapegraced and goated me? <br>Now I wish to piss on his parade<br><br>Angels, clawed with burnished wings<br>Still loyal, kiss the seal<br>Bent on knees and harrowing<br>Promise overkill<br><br>Know that you shall die like whores<br>And the cries of your writhings shall rise<br>To please their lord...<br>So before the sword<br>Side with me in slaughter<br><br>I am methuselah of the tribulation<br>The moonchild come to harm<br>The spoken horns of desolation<br><br>Drink the pouring of my fury<br>Those darkened waters spur<br>The brink of war as my judge and jury<br>And rapist executioner<br>Our time is short, the horsemen ride<br>A foul-breathed chora howls, besides<br>Damnation and a day has passed<br>This divine right to genocide<br><br>Weld the gates to heaven shut<br>The abyss leers in hissing ruts<br>Unhilt the black grimoire of death<br>Inscribe all names that God has left<br><br>I lived the drams of nymphs and men<br>But now the nightmares come again<br><br>Now the nightmares come again...