Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Death of Love, artist - Cradle Of Filth. Album song Godspeed On The Devil's Thunder, in the genre
Date of issue: 23.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The All Blacks
Song language: English
The Death of Love |
Her penultimate sighs called softly on the kindling wind |
Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth |
And then a golden flash like the onset of heaven |
Leaving her screams breaking my heart |
And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love |
Where will you be when they tense for warfare? |
What will you see with your innocence there? |
Where will you be my darling? |
Where will you be when they tense for warfare? |
Where will you be when God is glorifying? |
There we will be between the dead and dying |
Where will you be my darling? |
Where will you be when God is glorifying? |
Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain |
For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns |
Devoted to the votive, holy standard above |
By command of the king of heaven came the death of love |
Where will you be when they’re vilifying? |
How will they see when the truth is blinding? |
Where will you be my darling? |
Where will you be when they’re vilifying? |
Where will you be when the dark is rising? |
How will you keep from it’s terrorizing? |
Where will you be my darling? |
Where will you be when the dark is rising? |
Burning was the sunset like the portent of doom |
On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound |
But visions and ambition never listened to submission |
And as she was on a mission from the highest above |
To Lord upon the slaughter like a sword through hissing water |
She arose where archers sought her for the death, the death of love |
The righteous death of love |
The righteous death of love |
Gilles adored her drama, her suit of pure white armor |
Blazed against the English in a torrent of light |
And as they rallied onto night |
A cancer fled his soul, dissolving |
Framed amid the thick of fire |
Aflame, a Valkyrie |
She made him click without desire |
And in his eyes she swam a Goddess |
And even when they caught her breath |
Her words would leave a scar |
For only in the grip of darkness |
Will we shine amidst the brightest stars |
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? |
How will you know if the sky is burning? |
Where will you be my darling? |
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? |
Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? |
Will you not flee and label me pariah? |
Where will you be my darling? |
Where will you be when they light my pyre? |
Aligned with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine |
He swore to score the crimes, jackdaws poured on this dove |
Crimes he knew alone derived from minds of the blind |
The church unfurled for murder perched upon the death of love |
Framed amid the thick of fire |
Aflame, a Valkyrie |
She claimed the skies were lit with spires |
And in his eyes she swam a Goddess |
And even when she fought for breath |
Her words would leave a scar |
For only in the grip of darkness |
Will we shine amidst the brightest stars |