Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Absinthe with Faust, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Nymphetamine, in the genre
Date of issue: 19.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
Absinthe with Faust |
Pour the emerald wine |
Into crystal glasses |
We will touch the divine |
Through kisses catharsis |
Let us pitch to the seven-year itch |
Of the ultra-decadent |
To a tainted world and the painted girls |
That our fantasies spent |
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes |
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams |
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days |
Where for every whim won |
One soon repays |
We touched the stars |
That now laugh from afar |
At we, the damned |
The damned |
The damned |
The damned |
We have spent our time |
Drenched in opulent splendour |
But when midnight chimes |
Will gilded souls surrender? |
Let us drink on the giddying brink |
Of pools of excrement |
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz |
Mephistopheles lent |
I remember the night as if it were engraved |
A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves |
To the shore from the moon and by her grace |
Came that erudite stranger |
That fucker |
He was a predator, creditor cold |
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll |
And all that glittered was not gold |
But we wanted everything |
And for it all, lost our souls |
Come my friend, to fate let’s raise |
Two finger shots at this our last soiree |
For tomorrow I fear |
Swoops all too deadly near |
This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate |
We touched the stars |
That now laugh from afar |
At we, the damned |
The damned |
The damned |
The damned |
He was a preditor, creditor, cold |
Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll |
And all that glittered, was not gold |
But we wanted everything |
And for it all, lost our souls |
Our souls |
For it all lost our souls |
Our souls |