Heartbreak And Seance lyrics

Before the war, this grave darksome pall

Pressed upon the face of England

We were suffering to nothing less

Than the matter of a socialist's test to reign

Dagger in the peace wicked time disdained

Then empires saw much more to gain

The crown discounts are lost

Like a knot, count the cost

These numbers felt like water

The death and dying on route to slaughter

Valen-times we've spined entwined

I am sorry that I left you here in time

I will find the puppet from the other side

So keep a candle burning in your heart that is my shrine

A Memento Mori

Falling, passed away

For far-away glory

So death engages from this cast-away story

Spilling tears fill a laboratory

She seeks to pierce the dead

Crematoria speaks to priests instead

Weeks are going lonely

And the story everywhere

Love's responded beyond the pyre

The portent is promissory

Prevalence

Of this seance

In obeisance

To the spirits before this victory

The crown discounts are lost

Like a knot

Count the cost

These numbers felt like water

The death and dying on route to slaughter

Valen-times we've spined entwined

I am sorry that I left you here in time

I will find the puppet from the other side

So please accept my kisses through the whispers in the winter morn'

I suffer alone

So far from home

Watching you from a distance

A shadow persistent to mourn

No time to atone

You vow a renown

Beautifully craven

You cut the black raven

Who's tower has flown

A Memento Mori

Falling, passed away

For far-away glory

So death engages from this cast-away story

Spilling tears fill a laboratory

She seeks to pierce the dead

Crematoria speaks to priests instead

Weeks are going lonely

And the story everywhere

Love's responded beyond the pyre

The portent is promissory

Prevalence

Of this seance

In obeisance

To the spirits before this victory

Winter seems far colder

Without you by my shoulder

Now this year

I strike at craven thoughts, stood fast

Fighter there, belongs to Christ

The preacher is over borders

And speech will crack upon the order

Hell-blessed I see her with no culture

This is where it ends,

How the wretchedness forgets

And I am in the hands of the brat in the blackest night!

And this is how they found my light,

Clutching tight

The fateful turn a bough

• Artist:Cradle of Filth
• Album:Cryptoriana: The Seductiveness Of Decay