Cradle of Filth: Cemetery and sundown

Against the flora of nightfallWe gather like the fauna of warTo curse aurora so spitefulWith her stake in the coming of dawnTo conjure forth the pastThose heady nights of pain resplendentIn the service of the goddess of deathWhen her sheets ran royalty-redMoons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettesShadows dance, eyes flicker in descentUnveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spentOn upturned mouths and haunts of wickednessWe walk this eden, a secretFaces hidden under leonine prideIn dusk's embraceWe find it hard to keep itWhen blood and lust and waking worlds collideToo long have we skulked like driftersIn the cities of the neon sunVagabond dogs and graveyard shiftersMona lisas where the paint has runI miss our glorious pastOur nightly flights on fear dependentLike phantoms in the eaves for miss christineWhen the song bird broke her neckWolves howl their fogbound serenadesChurches arch their backs with balustradesPraise be to the shedding of masqueradesWhen we hunt these vestal vermin unafraidOf the covenant made...Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meatThere is murder in the thirstRich red vascular tapestriesHung in gilded frames of nuns asleepIn dreams where themes of bestialityAre a blessing on their sunday sheepSermons hang a black gownOver cemetery and sundownNow the clock is harrying midnightAnd the ghosts of yet-to-comeWill she show rewrites of dark delightOr the sewers we've overrun?I see a winter palaceCut diamonds at a porcelain neckWhen swan lake crushed poor sanity's spiritAs i threw her to it bledWe rise with the sun in the underworldWe suffer from a graveless nameWe prise wide lidsAnd wounds with lips curledOver teeth that have tasted shameWe walk this eden, a secretFaces hidden under leonine prideIn dusk's embraceWe find it hard to keep itWhen blood and lust and waking worlds collide