Letras:
Filth

it. This is love and all the sickness that I feel because of you, because of you. I crowned you during death; adornment of my dying bride. In coalesce with filth

: The Feast of Fools, 1308 As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate Amidst the flock, disease and

: On the night all mirrors fell silent And the clocks struck accord with the rain A storm swept in with such violence The dead rose to complain The stars

: Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged

: Where does the madness end? How far down do the rungs expire In smoke and burning heat? In depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst

: [Special Fan Edition track] Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant

: [Special Fan Edition track] I have come from the freezing seas From the warmth of foreign coals Through the dismal fog of insecurities To a cloud-

: [Narrator:] "When light no longer rose to kiss me, I swore to tear Heaven asunder As flights of fallen angels wished me Godspeed on the Devil's Thunder

: Eclipsing violent centuries Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before