CRADLE OF FILTH
Song: Nymphetamine (Jezebel Deva Fix)
Album : Nymphetamine [Special Edition] (2005)
Lead to the River Midsummer, I waved a ‘V’’ of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through Red September, with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones.
Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to the razor that never enchained: Would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again?
Bared on your tomb, I’m a prayer for your loneliness. And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness, I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm, I am circled like prey. Back in the forest where whispers persuade more sugar trails, more white lady laid, than pillars of salt. Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway and dance her to the moon as as we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness. And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the bind of your holiness, I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Song: Nymphetamine (Jezebel Deva Fix)
Album : Nymphetamine [Special Edition] (2005)
Lead to the River Midsummer, I waved a ‘V’’ of black swans on with hope to the grave. All through Red September, with skies fire-paved, I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones.
Cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me a rose in the rain. So I swore to the razor that never enchained: Would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again?
Bared on your tomb, I’m a prayer for your loneliness. And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the binds of your lowliness, I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm, I am circled like prey. Back in the forest where whispers persuade more sugar trails, more white lady laid, than pillars of salt. Fold to my arms, hold their mesmeric sway and dance her to the moon as as we did in those golden days
Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay
Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness. And would you ever soon come above unto me? For once upon a time from the bind of your holiness, I could always find the right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampyric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better
Nymphetamine
Sunsetter
Nymphetamine
None better
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
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