The Haunted Shores Of Avalon - Cradle Of Filth

Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade

Through veiled romantic history where superstitions reigned

And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name

Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed

The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings

To an England rearisen under vast prophetic wings

These are the shores whereto my soul

Blood-drenched and unredeemed

Shalt seek solace in secrets told

And tranquil as a dream

From the woods Pendragon-born i rose Arcturius

A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust

Death and fate undaunted me, i drew a throne divided

Glorious the battles won Black Adraste provided

Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court

And now i lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought

From wounds a traitor wrought…

I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot

How bittersweet my triumphs seem

Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost

Morganna art thou near me?

My strength wilts near a grave

Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp

Of Naiad 'neath the silvered lake

When waters stirred lay silent

Mistress let the mists descend

Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart

His sombre gaze defies legend

Art for the Banshee’s song

Or our souls entwined like vein upon

The haunted shores of Avalon

The haunted shores of Avalon

I greet Dark Immortals

On this isle 'neath the moon

Why has our kingdom fallen

To the enemy so soon

Let loose the hounds of darksome night

To pillage, rape, and burn

As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead

To scheme of my return

Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm

A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn

Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword

Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war

The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free

Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds

These are the shores whereto my soul

Blood-drenched and unredeemed

Shalt seek solace in secrets told

And tranquil as a dream

«I have awoken from the past

Lengthening the shadows

Over England’s bitter scars

I prize wide the wounds

Her soils whetted, drink

Remember me as king

When i cradle elder stars

Like lovers in my arms

Nestled vipers to my breast

Venomed forces work these cards

Of Devils and priestess…

Thus i shall rule anew

Through sinews of a song

Played upon the storm

By the ghosts of Avalon

And all in league will bow to me

From death they shall ascend

To whisper winds of war to stir

The dark-one-thing in men

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