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Cradle of Filth "Heartbreak And Seance" Liedtext

Before the wall is caved,
Our temple 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