| Before the war, this grave darksome pall
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| Pressed upon the face of England
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| We were sovereign to nothing less
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| Than the map of our souls solicitous to reign
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| Together in a peace these wicked times disdain
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| Then empires saw much more to gain
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| The Crown discounts our loss
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| Life cannot count the cost
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| These numbers fount like water
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| The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter
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| Valentine sweet spine entwined
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| I am sorry that i left you here, in time
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| I will find, the path back from the other side
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| So keep a candle burning
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| In your heart that is my shrine
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| No Momento Mori
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| For he passed away
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| For faraway glory
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| So tear the pages
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| From this castaway story
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| Spilling tears
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| Fill her lachrymatory
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| She seeks to pierce the veil
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| Melancholia
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| Speaks the fiercest tale
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| Weeks are growing lonelier
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| Ever stonier regailed
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| Love’s bond responding
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| Beyond the pale
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| The planchette is promissory
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| Purveyance of this Seance
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| In obeisance to the spirits
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| Before their dismissory
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| The Crown discounts our loss
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| Life cannot count the cost
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| These numbers fount like water
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| The dead, the dying, those on route to slaughter
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| Valentine sweet spine entwined
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| I am sorry that i left you here, in time
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| I will find, the path back from the other side
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| So please accept my kisses
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| Through the whispers of the Ouija board
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| I suffer alone
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| So far from home
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| Watching you from a distance
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| A shadow’s persistence to roam
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| No time to atone
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| You flower alone
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| Beautifully graven
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| You cut a black raven
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| Whose tower has flown
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| No Momento Mori
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| For he passed away
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| For faraway glory
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| So tear the pages
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| From this castaway story
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| Spilling tears
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| Fill her lachrymatory
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| She seeks to pierce the veil
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| Melancholia
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| Speaks the fiercest tale
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| Weeks are growing lonelier
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| Ever stonier regailed
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| Love’s bond responding
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| Beyond the pale
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| The planchette is promissory
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| Purveyance of this Seance
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| In obeisance to the spirits
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| Ghosts that haunt amiss, amie
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| Winter seems far colder
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| Without you by my shoulder now this year
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| Faith’s blinding glare advanced to frost
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| Finds her there, entranced to cross
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| To breach death’s porous border
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| And reach where breath affords no quarter
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| Helpless, I see her resolve harden
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| This is where it ends
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| How the wretchedness portends
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| The knife in her hand
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| On the stretch to the promised land
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| And this is how they found my light
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| Clutching tight that fateful telegram |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heartbreak and Seance , by - Cradle Of Filth. Song from the album Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay, in the genre