Yours Immortally... Songtext

Cradle Of Filth

von Hammer Of The Witches

Yours Immortally... Songtext
Festival drew darkly near
And our delight at it's arrival
Was a roar to rival loosed Fenir

Let the Hellish celebration begig
The blackest mass the Brocken has ever seen
Invoking Loki, smoking the red weed

We listen to the Glorification
Of Chernobog in a fog of elation
Denial is the vilest form of blasphemy

Standing on the cliffs kiss burning winds
We are risen together
Brazen, exalting, a hiss of triumph rings
...Yours Immortally

Tonight the rites are right for raising spirits on
The Devil's Pulpit, The Witches Altar
The dead will dance macabre
To chaos Magick psalters

A heavy thunder shadowing lightning
Forged for Judgement Day
Announces greater wonder, citing
Heralds on the starvy way

And I hel you like St Vitus
As the Sabbath leapt to play
Before the fever swelled to bite us
And we were swept to waylay

Standing on the cliffs that kiss burning winds
We are risen together
Brazen, exalting a hiss of triumph rings
...Yours immortally

Only those tortured
And melodies
Of raucous wrought debauchey

For this fresh Walpurgis Eve
Our flwsh ti breathes
Full of fantastic symphonies

Witness the fires reflected in infernal eyes
Eternal ties
Have trussed amazing lust together

Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy

If our world were to cease right now
In the midst of this
Wide naked bliss, there stated sacred vows
I would break the universe in two
Just to ride with you
To face the jealous heavens down

Excite the terse miscrriage
Of first light that thirst to slay
This night versed with the marriage
Of you and I
And all who dare to stray
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