her ghost in the fog

enfes bir cradle of filth parcasi.
su ana kadar izledigim en guzel cof klibi bu parcaya cekilmistir ayni zamanda.
sozleri ise

the moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the midnightmare trampling of dreams
but on, no tears please
fear and pain may accompany death
but it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty
as we shall see
she was divinity’s creature
that kissed in cold mirrors
a queen of snos
far beyond compare
lips attuned to symmetry
sought her everywhere
dark liqoured eyes
an arabian nightmare
she shone on watercolours
of my pondlife as pearl
until those who couldn’t have her
cut her free of this world
that fateful eve when
the trees stank of sunset and camphor
their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
an imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
on my love picking rue by the light of the moon
putting reason to flight
or to death as their way
they crept through woods mesmerized
by the taffeta ley
of her hips that held sway
over all they surveyed
save a mist on the rise
a deadly blessing to hide
her ghost in the fog
they raped left
five men of god
her ghost in the fog
dawn discovered her there
beneath the cedar’s stare
silk dress torn, her raven hair
flown to gown her beauty bared
was starred with frost, i knew her lost
i wept ’til tears crept back to prayer
she’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood
never to part
lest jealous heaven stole our hearts
then this i screamed:
come back to me
i was born in love with thee
so why should fate stand inbetween?
and as i drowned her gentle curves
with dreams unsaid and final words
i espied a gleam trodden to earth
the church bell tower key
the village mourned her by the by
for she’d been a witch
their men had longed to try
and i broke under christ seeking guilty signs
my tortured soul on ice
a queen of snow
far beyond compare
lips attuned to symmetry
sought her everywhere
trappistine eyes
an arabian nightmare
she was ersulie possessed
of a milky white skin
my porcelain yin
a graceful angel of sin
and so for her
the breeze stank of sunset and camphor
my lantern chased her phantom and blew
their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
best reserved for judgement that their bible construed
putting reason to flight
or to flame unashamed
i swept form cries
mesmerized
by the taffeta ley
or her hips that held sway
over all those at bay
save a mist on the rise
a final blessing to hide
her ghost in the fog
and i embraced
where lovers rot
her ghost in the fog
her ghost in the fog

cradle of filth gurubunun en güzel şarkıları arasındadır.

şarkı aşmıştır ama klip bence biraz hafif kalmıştır.

ben google’ın yalancısıyım cradle of filth isimli bir grubun şarkısı imiş.
klibi söyle imiş:http://tinyurl.com/3c5va9
sözleride şöyle imiş.
the moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the midnightmare trampling of dreams
but on, no tears please
fear and pain may accompany death
but it is desire that shepherds it’s certainty
as we shall see..."

she was divinity’s creature
that kissed in cold mirrors
a queen of snos
far beyond compare
lips attuned to symmetry
sought her everywhere
dark liqoured eyes
an arabian nightmare...

she shone on watercolours
of my pondlife as pearl
until those who couldn’t have her
cut her free of this world

that fateful eve when...
the trees stank of sunset and camphor
their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
an imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
on my love picking rue by the light of the moon

putting reason to flight
or to death as their way
they crept through woods mesmerized
by the taffeta ley
of her hips that held sway
over all they surveyed
save a mist on the rise
(a deadly blessing to hide)
her ghost in the fog

they raped left...
(five men of god)
...her ghost in the fog

dawn discovered her there
beneath the cedar’s stare
silk dress torn, her raven hair
flown to gown her beauty bared
was starred with frost, i knew her lost
i wept ’til tears crept back to prayer

she’d sworn me vows in fragrant blood
"never to part
lest jealous heaven stole our hearts"

then this i screamed:
"come back to me
i was born in love with thee
so why should fate stand inbetween?"

and as i drowned her gentle curves
with dreams unsaid and final words
i espied a gleam trodden to earth
the church bell tower key...

the village mourned her by the by
for she’d been a witch
their men had longed to try
and i broke under christ seeking guilty signs
my tortured soul on ice

a queen of snow
far beyond compare
lips attuned to symmetry
sought her everywhere
trappistine eyes
an arabian nightmare...

she was ersulie possessed
of a milky white skin
my porcelain yin
a graceful angel of sin

and so for her...
the breeze stank of sunset and camphor
my lantern chased her phantom and blew
their chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

putting reason to flight
or to flame unashamed
i swept form cries
mesmerized
by the taffeta ley
or her hips that held sway
over all those at bay
save a mist on the rise
a final blessing to hide
her ghost in the fog

and i embraced
where lovers rot...
her ghost in the fog

her ghost in the fog