Misericord - Cradle Of Filth

Nightmares on a roll

The spirit of fear

Has alighted here

Mercy on your soul…

This fright, crepuscular

Is muscular with vitriol

Misericord

I pass by as your shadow

The ghostly burning arrow

A marksman for your swerving heart

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I support your faith

When weary, in disgrace

You fall to doubt and pull all life apart

On this mist-enshrouded pathway

And through this hateful tarantella

In this thin labyrinth of razors

I shall grin, your soul’s propeller

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Respite from the grief

These spiteful nightfall teeth

Grinding minds to tiny pieces

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Clockwork works the thief

Like an ever-ticking beast

Whose biting cogs self-denial greases

Drowned in alcohol

Sirens of the deep

Are demon forces

Mercy on your soul…

A life lived more monastic

Drastic measures must extol

On this mist-enshrouded pathway

And through this hateful tarantella

In this thin labyrinth of razors

I shall win, your soul’s propeller

Bound to you like bloodline

Familiar with the cracks

The foul and fetid landscape

Just off the beaten tracks

Broods treacherous with sinkholes

The moon is doused in tar

And the fiend disaster preys upon

This straight and narrow path

Like an ever-ticking beast

Whose biting cogs self-denial greases

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I free you of the bond

To pain, now flee beyond

The veil of Death

Where peace holds reign

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I’m the killing stroke

The dagger in your throat

Under the armour

Calmer with it’s gain

Enemies take control

The swarming hordes

Have stormed the walls

Mercy on your soul…

Tonight I close your eyes

Before the temple falls

Before the temple falls