White Hellebore - Cradle of Filth.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Daniel Lloyd Davey
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Daniel Lloyd Davey/Marek Smerda/Daniel James Firth/Zoe Federoff/Donny Burbage/Martin Skaroupka/Sam Wale
[00:38.756]Plucked from the grave on a moonless midnight
[00:43.515]Sxxking on staves, she was noted for fight
[00:46.881]Intoxicated, I fell in love
[00:50.013]With this curse and a cure for my rabid dementia
[00:53.379]Let thy light White Hellebore
[00:56.511]Share thy phosphorous resolve
[00:59.568]Thriving in the dark like a rife fantasy
[01:03.205]Writhing in the ardor of this toxicity
[01:06.352]Whet my soul, White Hellebore
[01:09.441]Let our coming nights involve
[01:12.959]Misting up the panes with thy gift to me
[01:15.926]This twist of witchcraft with insanity petition
[01:23.443]White Hellebore
[01:29.813]White Hellebore
[01:45.254]Snatched from the womb, pathogenic of face
[01:48.392]Whereon innocence is petalled like a star in disgrace
[01:52.138]Fatal perfection, I fell for thee
[01:55.203]Poisoned by a beauty that exceeded exultation
[01:58.381]I crave thy light White Hellebore
[02:01.395]Spare thy phosphorous resolve
[02:04.900]A hallucinogen running loose again
[02:08.242]A sliver of magic in this batshit winter
[02:11.427]Whet my soul White Hellebore
[02:14.428]Let our coming nights involve
[02:18.033]Burning with lust in the seasonal bend
[02:21.120]To returning dusk and the ruts of springtime
[02:38.124]Her bite is suffered more keenly for
[02:41.039]Lying concealed in a field of winter roses
[02:44.378]Who could ever have known the score?
[02:47.573]The bitter neath the sweet
[02:49.038]The bittersweet necrosis
[02:55.717]The deep erotic wounds she bore
[03:11.607]Empire downer
[03:14.578]Madness drowner
[03:17.600]A seasoned crown
[03:20.145]The reason blackened nights surround her
[03:23.405]I crave thy light, White Hellebore
[03:26.598]Thy phosphorous resolve
[03:29.901]I fxxking well miss this paralysis
[03:33.052]The stopping of my heart with the slightest whisper
[03:36.397]Whet my soul White Hellebore
[03:39.544]Let our coming nights absolve
[03:42.885]A feverous kiss neither of us wish
[03:46.104]To end unfed, but mend upsets
[03:49.634]And send regret to the mindless nevermore
[04:03.888]White Hellebore
[04:19.782]The Sabbat calls
[04:22.138]On lofted horns from ancient groves
[04:25.963]That blossom full
[04:28.198]Since frosted morns fell comatose
[04:35.809]White Hellebore
[04:41.811]White Hellebore
[04:53.111]And I too will lovelorn, die
[04:56.539]At the foot of the world she brings to life

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作词 : Daniel Lloyd Davey
作曲 : Daniel Lloyd Davey/Marek Smerda/Daniel James Firth/Zoe Federoff/Donny Burbage/Martin Skaroupka/Sam Wale
Plucked from the grave on a moonless midnight
Sxxking on staves, she was noted for fight
Intoxicated, I fell in love
With this curse and a cure for my rabid dementia
Let thy light White Hellebore
Share thy phosphorous resolve
Thriving in the dark like a rife fantasy
Writhing in the ardor of this toxicity
Whet my soul, White Hellebore
Let our coming nights involve
Misting up the panes with thy gift to me
This twist of witchcraft with insanity petition
White Hellebore
White Hellebore
Snatched from the womb, pathogenic of face
Whereon innocence is petalled like a star in disgrace
Fatal perfection, I fell for thee
Poisoned by a beauty that exceeded exultation
I crave thy light White Hellebore
Spare thy phosphorous resolve
A hallucinogen running loose again
A sliver of magic in this batshit winter
Whet my soul White Hellebore
Let our coming nights involve
Burning with lust in the seasonal bend
To returning dusk and the ruts of springtime
Her bite is suffered more keenly for
Lying concealed in a field of winter roses
Who could ever have known the score?
The bitter neath the sweet
The bittersweet necrosis
The deep erotic wounds she bore
Empire downer
Madness drowner
A seasoned crown
The reason blackened nights surround her
I crave thy light, White Hellebore
Thy phosphorous resolve
I fxxking well miss this paralysis
The stopping of my heart with the slightest whisper
Whet my soul White Hellebore
Let our coming nights absolve
A feverous kiss neither of us wish
To end unfed, but mend upsets
And send regret to the mindless nevermore
White Hellebore
The Sabbat calls
On lofted horns from ancient groves
That blossom full
Since frosted morns fell comatose
White Hellebore
White Hellebore
And I too will lovelorn, die
At the foot of the world she brings to life