Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beauty Slept In Sodom, artist - Cradle Of Filth.
Date of issue: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beauty Slept In Sodom |
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade |
Through veiled and pagan 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 majestic wings |
These are the shores whereto my soul |
Blood drenched and unredeemed |
Shalt seek solace in secrets told |
Through the whispers of a dream |
From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius |
A proud, audacious King mantled in the |
vehemence of lust |
Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided |
In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided |
Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court |
And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought |
I fear the Augean light |
is sweeping through Camelot |
How bittersweet my triumphs seem, |
now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost |
Morganna art thou near me? |
Languid, I wend my path to grave |
Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp |
Of the 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 |
More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes |
Art for the Banshees song |
Or our souls entwined like vein upon |
The haunted shores of Avalon |
The haunted shores of Avalon |
Bury me in velvet dream |
Lest I unduly wake |
And seek to reconcile my thirst |
With the cowardly tailors of my fate |
Unleash mastiffs of snarling night |
To overthrow, plague 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 |
This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, |
trespassing breeds |