| Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue
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| Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium
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| Theatrical the courted orchestra ripples
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| The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal
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| It plays for mass destruction
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| Frightening the sight of darksome banners on the wind
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| Tumulus the cumulus is drub of us begins
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| A glavanting army of tsunami-like decrees
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| Trees are edging backwards I am lost to reverie
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| I was contemplating the fate to undress
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| Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress
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| This eve is enwreathed with sensation
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| My carriage appears like a fright through the storm
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| A bell from a distante church tolling forlorn
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| Thrash our a tortuous path until dawn
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| Oh, the viciousness of this parade
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| The heavens has lit so exquisite a stage
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| I sense the stars up in arms
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| Their mercurial charms
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| Incensed by the liveried curtain
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| And hence my journey pockmarked
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| By the Stygian dark
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| Is intense and delivered uncertain
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| This eve is in league with clation
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| As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy ice
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| The foul tempest howls and then suddenly
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| Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries
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| Passed under the shrouded arches
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| The moon spills twixt clouded branches
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| Fixed aslant the hill
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| To the foot of the catafalque manor
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| Silvered thus, it extends a glamour
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| Like Cinderella bared to dare enamor
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| My inner gothic thrilled
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| Exotic guests, coalesced embark
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| (Espied through windows on the park)
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| To arrest my villainous heart
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| For it is amiss yet yearning still…
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| I pervade the ball
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| And glide amidst rich animals
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| So beautiful their prideful litters
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| Underneath chandeliers that glitters
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| Sanguine delights
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| In bright Victoriana
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| A nirvana life bedights
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| In light of this I commend the
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| Host for his regalities
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| A toast I thus engender
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| But now in a forest of glasses raised
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| And gazes held
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| I spy a face whose spell
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| One would race through blazing hell for
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| I must confess
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| I came here for the game
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| For the scent of death
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| But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder
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| By a seraph who would steal its thunder
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| My ardor awakend is taken by force
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| I ask for a dance a chance for discourse
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| She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions…
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| We play for mass corruption
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| She waits contemplating her fate to address
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| Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress
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| This eve is besieged by temptations
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| The flames in her eyes catch this mud butterflies
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| They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply
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| This girl, non pareil is a nymph in disguise
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| Oh the viciousness of this parade
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| The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage
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| We pass through the throng
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| Heedless and headlong
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| Possessed by the gathering maelstrom
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| By her talents impressed
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| And the swell of her breast
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| Obsessed I am halfway to hell gone
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| This eve is enwreathed in sensation
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| As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights
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| We fake our excuses soon to take flight
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| Forever to wake and remember this night
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| The night at catafalque manor |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Night at Catafalque Manor , by - Cradle Of Filth. Song from the album Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay, in the genre