Cradle of Filth "Wester Vespertine" Songtext

Wester Vespertine

Today was spent in languorDrifting through the foldAs midsummer vent its clamourIn cobbled streets a thousandfold

I bore cruelty from the sunThe jewellery that it hungAbout me, God it stungLike life's betrayal

Now shadows lengtheningHear the nightside singThe promise of delightful things to come

Wester VespertineWhen the sun is in declineReddened skies underlined in purpleExemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

Bats carouse about the tree lineDaylight bows out, free and felineAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester Vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hourThe heavens blaze, their flames devourThe smoke of ruins black againstA bled horizon, mystic, incensed

Nightfall is dressed in fantasy

Ethereal, the end of day enthrallsVoyeurs watching from the stallsIt enfolds the drear and drabLifts our hearts to sheer romanticPyromantic, necromantic heightsOf bright sensation

Feel the rush of power this magickal hourThe Heavens blaze, the angels cowerWisps of sulphur at my lipsThe abyss at kissed fingertips

Nightfall is blessed by majesty

This night will see indictmentFor my needs extolThe virtues of excitementThis soul reigns uncontrolled

Sweet scents, the vents of Mother EarthHave lent to my rebirthHer perfume is perverseAnd that's the way I like it

Bethlem is openingHer terrifying wingsThe promise of its frightful things to sperse

Hesperus will shineOut foremost as stars climbAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester Vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hourThe moon invades the vestal bowerGas lamps flicker in devotionLike fireflies on an iron ocean

Nightfall is best left to telestic needs

CrepuscularThis theatre is spurredTo drive the painted nails homeAnd let man's blithe desires roamAbout the city lit to pleaseThe pretty bits this August eveRevive our sore and tortured souls

Revive my mortared soul

Toward the endToward the splendourLike Lot, the host gives up its ghostsHis gorgeous daughters now surrenderLammas glamourHammered in the dying lightLike a glowing hot sabre set to clangour on the anvilWe'll bang destiny to rights now

Wester VespertineThis is our time to tasteTo chase, to embrace, to lay to waste to the vineThe cup of fornication is a decadent red wine

Wester VespertineWhen the sun is in declineReddened skies underlined in purpleExemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

Bats carouse about the tree lineDaylight bows out, free and felineAnd dusk comes so sublimeSo wester Vespertine

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