Besedila: Cradle Of Filth. Bitter Suites To Succubi. Summer Dying Fast.

Through acrid clouds of summer flies
The garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreams
Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene

I watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name
The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change
Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die
The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise

Grinning winds of hate unfurled
Dash towers tall that grip the sun
Talons stretch her veil
Reclamation, our time has come

Autumn spreads its golden wings
And lays the path for those unseen
A tangled web of evil spun at last
Winter spawn from barren thighs
To readdress, to slay the blind
And throw the reins untethered to the skies

They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall
How many secrets can they read by your face?

Will they know of majesty
Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep?
And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their God of bridled love
Assuage our rule from planes above
Ar shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? War

Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end
We are what we are, what we shall be, again

Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in
Summer's dying