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Haunted Shores - Live

Cradle of Filth
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We shall grow anew Amidst the carcass of the old fascistic world In mourning the past I have left the past in total decay Through hell's own flames I did grieve, I too was in your place I looked at the cross to confirm the ruins of my name The sight of a starfall made me the sorcerer and man The mother of my kingdom, the mother of the man The crucifix of my life These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shall cease or less in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream From the blackest caverns born, I had sprung to carry all The wrath of ancient kings and the blood of the fallen The ghost of the unknown lived me, I too were broken by him In the black forest where I knew but my dark heart and my sword The sanctuary of which it became the head to my throne And now I lie at dusk and laugh from the rotting tree of thorns From the rotting tree of thorns I have feared the orgiast light Dissevered from Camelot How bittersweet my triumph seemed Now autumnal leaves succumb to frost The colour of their enemy Languid and red like pastures grazed Cast my soul to the silphid frost Nereids and silven When water turns, lay silent Let the mystic burn The Stygian dark of this cold heart Is suffocated by the black fog But I know it lies within and inside And I'll pour the blackest tears of Our souls entwined, like rain upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon Bury me in velvet dreams Let I unduly wake And sing for me, consol my thirst Count the tears atop my face Unleash the cliffs of starlit night To overflow plague and plague As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead The dead of my black heart The dying of the dead will bring my blood to a full flow The serpent will return, I know the clock waits in awe The red blood shall flow through me, I will shed the reason When my blood rises, I'll pour the blood of wretched men to rise The more the death is on me, the more the curse is upon me The night shall have its revenge on any man that blackens light These are the shores where to my soul Blood-drenched and unredeemed Shall cease or less in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream I have awoken from the past Left beneath the shadows over England's bitter scars I prize wide the wounds of sorrow's wretched drink Remember me as king when I cradled elder stars Like lovers in my arms, death will pipe unto my breast Venom calls his work and he's gone Leave devil, I'm wasted Thus I shall rule anew Through sinews of a song Played upon the gong By the ghost of Avalon And all in league will bow to me In death they shall ascend The wind will rip the waters down The stars will sing in me The principal two thousand and fourteen Black metal master Azazel Astar Astar