Balsamic And Anathema

Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Balsamic And Anathema <br/> "No human power can stop the will of heaven from being asserted."<br /><br /><br /><br />Worming through the mark<br /><br />Of Ezekiel and Mark<br /><br />( )<br />Through the chapters of Honorius<br /><br />Gilles, as in a trance<br /><br />Screwed the pages up and danced<br /><br />Courting something vainly glorious<br /><br /><br /><br />He walked he gravest night<br /><br />That decrepit final juncture<br /><br />Of doom and negativity<br /><br />Reeking of death<br /><br />And the gloom of Stygian light<br /><br /><br /><br />When suddenly, the faintest whisper! <br /><br />A curtain opened in a painted vista<br /><br />Moonbeams swept into his dream... <br /><br />Balsamic and anathema<br /><br /><br /><br />Balsamic and anathema<br /><br /><br /><br />Prelati full of stars<br /><br />Magical, ecstatic stars<br /><br />That sparkled, no debacle sought to douse<br /><br />His fiery omnipresence<br /><br />Hissed at heaven, evanescent<br /><br />He was there to thwart the burning of his Faust<br /><br /><br /><br />The gates were prised, the phantom horses<br /><br />Snorted, restless to be gone<br /><br />With enchantment's eyes upon the door, he cried-<br /><br />'Come with me now! '<br /><br /><br /><br />Gilles balked, the thought of life<br /><br />Accused and pursued<br /><br />And overridden by morbidity<br /><br />Saddened his breath<br /><br />For those destined for his knife<br /><br /><br /><br />Then suddenly - the strangest feeling<br /><br />One that left the angels reeling<br /><br />Atonement crept into his midst<br /><br />Balsamic and anathema<br /><br /><br /><br />Balsamic and anathema<br /><br /><br /><br />Prelati, full of stars<br /><br />This abductor of his heart<br /><br />Promised him horizons free of pain<br /><br />But all the grand designs<br /><br />Magic sings and midnight wines<br /><br />In the dream-world couldn't hope to swerve his aim<br /><br /><br /><br />He would stay and face his slayers<br /><br />Cardinals and courtroom players<br /><br />Whilst Prelati must now flee before<br /><br />The pure and azure dawn... <br /><br /><br /><br />The gates were wide, the phantom horses<br /><br />Snorted, restless to be gone<br /><br />With enchantment's eyes upon the door<br /><br />Once more he cried<br /><br />'Come with me now! '<br /><br /><br /><br />Prelati full of stars<br /><br />Tried to pull him from the dance<br /><br />Summoning his Barron to perform<br /><br />But as the Demon rose<br /><br />In sweet miracles of prose<br /><br />And propaganda, came a proper bible storm<br /><br /><br /><br />Lightning - grinning, froze<br /><br />On this murder-site of crows<br /><br />And from the scattered ashes stepped a sylph<br /><br />The maiden Joan of Arc<br /><br />Crept more beautiful and dark<br /><br />A paradise, a cradle free of filth<br /><br /><br /><br />She was chaste beyond all graces<br /><br />The face of faith illuminated<br /><br />More precious than Prelati's spell<br /><br />A Goddess in a dream... <br /><br /><br /><br />And trembling in her arm<br /><br />Her eyes a thousand golden psalms<br /><br />That glittered as on Christmas night<br /><br />He wept like Hallowe'en<br /><br /><br /><br />He held the scene, the poignant gleam<br /><br />Of peace and great serenity<br /><br />Close to his heart, her parting kiss<br /><br />He slept to wake released in bliss