Cradle Of Filth - The Dying of the Embers

[00:09.67] Bloodstains, not rose petals lie on the path [00:13.56] To the gluttonous bed of the whore [00:17.87] For she, who is Satan, the waiting bloodbath [00:22.21] Is preparing her nation's for war [00:26.44] For war! [00:30.46] [01:02.22] Anthropogenic, dark angels wring [01:06.57] The fabric of life free of tears [01:11.21] Choking black fronds [01:12.55] From the censers they bring [01:14.68] Encircle as apocalypse nears [01:20.96] [01:25.03] Midnight is the phase [01:25.79] Seismic second waves [01:26.25] End of final days near [01:26.44] [01:34.36] Sorrowed Holocene [01:35.21] Blackened back to clean [01:36.38] Like man has never been here [01:39.17] Nothing but burnt [01:40.99] Skies ever learnt [01:43.31] The fate of that terrible game [01:47.70] It is not this stirred circus [01:49.62] Strength that deserts us [01:51.99] Fires that hurt us [01:54.86] But the dying of the embers [02:03.42] That murders all hope for the flame [02:11.63] For the ghost of humanity to rise once again [02:17.05] Unsympathetic judgement descends [02:20.81] Nine billion souls under heel [02:26.01] Storm-clouds ablaze, razors slice through the ends [02:30.04] Of the Earth, with insatiable zeal [02:39.40] Midnight is the phase [02:40.04] Seismic second waves [02:40.93] End of final days near [02:48.77] Sorrowed Holocene [02:49.31] Blackened back to clean [02:50.53] Like Man has never been here [02:52.82] Nothing but burnt skies ever learnt [02:57.33] The fate of that terrible game [03:01.71] It is not this stirred circus [03:04.24] Strength that deserts us [03:06.88] Fires that hurt us, that brings on the pain [03:11.60] Nothing but burnt [03:13.08] Skies ever learnt [03:15.08] The fate of that terrible game [03:19.55] It is not this stirred circus [03:21.74] Strength that deserts us [03:24.49] Fires that hurt us [03:26.54] But the dying of the embers [03:35.61] That murders all hope for the flame [03:38.93] [03:53.59] Our lengthening reach went astray [03:57.25] Ignoring the laws of our brittle existence, the universe clawed [04:04.02] And tore it away [04:10.72] Life is a dream, in an endless charade [04:15.64] Armageddon deadens (armageddon deadens) [04:16.58] (Armageddon deadens, armageddon deadens) [04:19.74] History warned us but we chose to pray [04:28.28] We murdered all hope for the flame [04:36.64] For the ghost of humanity to rise once again [04:41.09] [05:16.84] Nothing but burnt [05:18.99] Skies ever learnt [05:21.29] The fate of that terrible game [05:25.36] It is not this stirred circus [05:27.74] Strength that deserts us [05:30.31] Fires that hurt us, that brings on the pain [05:34.53] Nothing but burnt [05:36.86] Skies ever learnt [05:38.45] The fate of that terrible game [05:42.85] It is not this stirred circus [05:45.20] Strength that deserts us [05:47.66] Fires that hurt us [05:50.30] But the dying of the embers [06:01.09] That murders all hope for the flame [06:05.36]