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Cradle Of Filth : Frost On Her Pillow lyrics

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Cradle Of Filth lyrics : "Frost On Her Pillow"

Facedown I sprawl in the forest's cathedral
Where she lies in thrall
To a slippery coffin

I first saw her grin in this graven lair
My heart starting to canter

Snow white skin and raven hair
Lips full red as a blood decanter

But hatred hunted there
In tyranny's mirror
Magickal rites

Turned with jealousy
On a young reflection

Back then spring's breeze sweetened the night
Now the evenings are longing
Shadows delight

And the frost on her pillow
Glitters by the moonlight

Months saw my lost to her elegant, decadent ways
This past midnight cinderella
With a smile like the winter sun

On a misty day
And star-grazing eyes raising cappellas

But poison stunted there
Seven trees weaving
Arbour on nights

Spent in ecstasy
Neath their woodland awning

She fell foul to withcraft's designs
A weeping willow

Wicked willed to sleep
There's frost on her pillow
At the cost of mourning

Now the lands fall grey, devils revel and obey
A cruel beauty drifted from a dark novella

The queen of hearts tarred
By the cards she's swift to play
In turrets over all where angels smell her ways

Our fairy tale is over
My love lies dead

The kingdom writhes in a red dementia
Misadventure strides instead

A sore, wilde picture like Dorian Gray
Pressed against the glass in pain
One final graven kiss to say

My love I will avenge
Those fleeting hours of flowers bloomed
Beneath the tree-entangled moon

Why did you have to leave so soon
My illuminary friend?

But hated hunted there
In tyranny's mirror
Justified spite

Turned armageddon
On a stunned reflection

Back then Hell's freeze strangled the night
Summer is coming
New flames ignite

And the frost on her pillow
Is lost to the morning light

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