The Promise Of Fever

Текст песни Cradle of Filth - The Promise Of Fever <br/> In the beginning<br />Rimmed with wind and storm<br />A great black wrath of infinite math<br />Spat snarling into form<br />And there was heaven<br />Lit up with precious stones<br />Each one could fall but for the rule<br />Of faith and love and stronger thrones<br />( )<br />And therein rose vast wonders<br />Affections to be seen<br />Fathered from the plundered<br />Reflections of a dream<br /><br />Fogging into nightmare<br />For him whose place was set<br />With wayward stars that absent, marred<br />All creation with their theft<br /><br />In the beginning<br />Bewinged and ringed with dawn<br />This favoured avatar, enthralled<br />Swansongs from those that thronged this shore<br />With gabriel and michael<br />He shone with fierce intent<br />For loyalty, their joy to see<br />Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)<br /><br />For sculptured lips of seraphim<br />Whom fate then cruelly rent<br />(with sleight fingered strains of harmony)<br />Each note to grim portent<br /><br />As grinning nimbus gathered<br />Over spires arabesque<br />For him that blazed with holy praise<br />That for a jealous God was meant<br /><br />Shining feriluce<br />Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits<br />Basked in glory, flew<br />To lakes in sacred altitudes<br /><br />Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze<br />With curling tongues that lapped the lead<br />As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift)<br />Until at last, past grasping trees<br /><br />He paused to draught forbidden streams<br />That whispered siren promises<br />To drown his thirst (for sports amiss)<br /><br />These waters held secrets<br />Like raped russian dolls<br />Wherein evil and good<br />Tore his soul for control<br /><br />And drunk with the verse of desire’s first words<br />The weight of the universe<br />Slunk in rehearsed<br /><br />Horror in numbers too great to discern<br />The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm<br />And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom<br />Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons<br /><br />Shining feriluce<br />Reflected in jaded mirror<br />Climbing from the noose<br />Of time in divine servitude<br /><br />And thus a strange new melody<br />Of will and wanton fantasies<br />Whetted by the veiled, seen<br />Danced from his ashen lips<br />In red dawn scores, the silver scream<br />Of truth and her deleted scenes<br />Was taken up as far, it seemed<br />As God his words eclipsed<br /><br />(those waters hid visions<br />Like butchers in war<br />Perverting the course<br />Of life’s blood evermore...)<br />In the beginning<br />Skinned well with gibbous tones<br />Of countenance and ignorance<br />In equal measures sewn<br />A marbled arc of angels<br />Sworn to the morningstar<br />Shared his pride and deep inside<br />Felt chill shadows sweep their cards