An Enemy Led the Tempest Songtext

von Cradle Of Filth

As pride precedes a downfall
So He took His place before the Firewall
Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one
Was embraced in this wraith whose
Fate was hung

Between forgiveness and the damage done

An electric scent drear decay
Lent a violent surge to their serenades
Through white glades as His winged parade
Bent to silhouette and so sharpen dull razors

Within vast skies unversed in starkness
His might grew
And blew light hues to grey?
And worse, a third of stars to darkness

Then thunder seethed
And wreathed in thickening night
A line was drawn midst wrong and right
And across the throats of thieves

As love fell choke, the tempest broke
From heaven's farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope
Repentance might stay holy war

He would not heel for fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
Enraged, he raved in Balrog howls
Upon a storm firstborn of sin

Incensed anew, rebellions tore
Like frenzied beasts of prey
Through temple doors?
Thrown east before the midnight masses

And where once bliss reigned so serene
In sweeter glades
Now veins ran openly?
Like eyes that shied from kindred ashes

When suddenly
There shone a hideous light
And a voice like three insanities
Soared up in thistled speech?

?Thou hast bred hate where there dwelt none
And for this grave mistake
How thou art fallen Morning Sun
The proud will be abased?

He would not heel for fake a bow
Murmur curses to the wind
And lo, the wrath of god swept down?
?Thou art no more an angel filled
With light, but a leech to be abhorred
And thou shalt suffer My burning will??
Quoth this raven: ?Nevermore?

Nevermore