| Today was spent in languor
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| Drifting through the fold
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| As midsummer vent its glamour
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| In cobbled streets a thousandfold
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| I bore cruelty from the sun
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| The jewelry that it hung
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| About me God it stung
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| Like life’s betrayal
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| Now shadows lengthening
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| Hear the nightside sting
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| The promise of delightful things to come
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| Wester vespertine
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| When the sun is in decline
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| Reddened skies underlined in purple
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| Exemplify cries goodbyes are verbal
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| Bats carouse about the tree line
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| Daylight bows out, free and feline
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| And dusk comes so sublime
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| So wester vespertine
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| Feel the rush of power this magikal hour
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| The heavens blaze their flames devour
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| The smoke of ruins black against
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| A bled horizon mystic incensed
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| Nighfall is dressed in fantasy
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| Ethereal the end of day entrhalls
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| Voyerus watching from the stalls
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| It enfolds the drear and drab
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| Lifts our heart to sheer romantic
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| Pyromantic necromantic heights
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| Of bright sensation
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| Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
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| The heavens blaze the angels cower
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| Wisps of sulphur at my lips
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| The abyss at kissed fingertips
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| Nightfall is blessed with magesty
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| This night will see indictment
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| For my needs extol
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| The virtues of excitement
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| This soul reigns uncontrolled
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| Sweet scents, the vents of Mother Earth
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| Have lent to my rebirth
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| Her perfume is perverse
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| And that’s the way I like it
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| Bethlem is opening
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| Her terrifying wings
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| The promise of its frightful things to sperse
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| Hesperus will shine
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| Out foremost as stars climb
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| And dusk comes so sublime
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| So wester vespertine
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| Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
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| The moon invades the vestal bower
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| Gas lamps flicker in devotion
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| Like fireflies on an iron ocean
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| Nightfall is best left to telestic needs
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| Crepuscular
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| This theater is spurred
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| To drive the painted nails home
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| And let man’s blithe desire roam
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| About the city lit to please
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| The pretty bits this august eve
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| Revive my mortared soul
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| Toward the end
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| Toward the splendor
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| Like lot the host gives up its ghosts
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| His gorgeous daughters now surrender
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| Lammas glamour
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| Hammered in the dying light
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| Like a glowing hot saber set to clangour on the anvil
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| We’ll bang destiny to rights now
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| Wester vespertine
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| This is our time to taste
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| To chase to embrace to lay waste to the vine
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| The cup of fornication is a decadent red wine
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| Wester vespertine
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| When the sun is in decline
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| Reddened skies underlined in purple
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| Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal
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| Bats carouse about the tree line
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| Daylight bows out free and feline
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| And dusk comes so sublime
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| So Wester Vespertine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wester Vespertine , by - Cradle Of Filth. Song from the album Cryptoriana - The Seductiveness of Decay, in the genre