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Swansong for a Raven Lyrics
Forgive the day’s
Last serenades.
Her skies, they bruise like Nordic women.
Deep crimson stains
That death would claim.
His robes of office swim in...
As would I,
For his dark eye,
Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe.
On charred remains,
With shared disdain
For those I chose to mortify.
Their cries
Have paralysed,
And the smoke has choked these vistas.
But still I lie,
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa.
A verse for Her whispered to the earth,
(A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin),
Praises her curves so oft concurred.
Though She was...
No Snow White on the night She dies,
Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over,
Lipped with blood and secrets pried!
For on and in they spread her wide.
That seraph bride,
The Devil’s pride,
Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise...
But they would writhe,
For my dark eye
Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s.
On Esther’s reign,
And in this vein,
I saw their lust still stain Her thighs.
Their cries
Have paralysed,
And the smoke has choked these vistas.
But still I lie,
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa.
Beneath these tress where the mist enwreathes,
Her spirit flees, seeing chains for torches.
A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry...
I was...
No dark knight, breaking men like ice,
I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over,
Lipped with blood and last goodbyes!
Now I dream,
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams,
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out her spells
In red lettered cells,
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell,
Come out of his arrogant shell
Would falter to better.
But Hr face soon dispels,
And as black feathers fell
From heaven’s smoke
So I woke to insanity.
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course,
Would burn on the morrow with me...
And there on this night,
Strung up in my sight,
Naked She sways
Displayed for their vulgar delight.
I scream through the bars at the stars
That for these crimes of mine solace me.
I will fear not the flames
That to passion are tame,
Not nearly the same searing pain,
(I pray) as held sway upon losing Her.
Nor the mettle of roars
That will settle like ashes and scores
As with our ghosts in the fog
When we both turn no more.
Last serenades.
Her skies, they bruise like Nordic women.
Deep crimson stains
That death would claim.
His robes of office swim in...
For his dark eye,
Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe.
On charred remains,
With shared disdain
For those I chose to mortify.
Have paralysed,
And the smoke has choked these vistas.
But still I lie,
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa.
(A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin),
Praises her curves so oft concurred.
No Snow White on the night She dies,
Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over,
Lipped with blood and secrets pried!
That seraph bride,
The Devil’s pride,
Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise...
For my dark eye
Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s.
On Esther’s reign,
And in this vein,
I saw their lust still stain Her thighs.
Have paralysed,
And the smoke has choked these vistas.
But still I lie,
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa.
Her spirit flees, seeing chains for torches.
A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry...
No dark knight, breaking men like ice,
I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over,
Lipped with blood and last goodbyes!
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams,
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out her spells
In red lettered cells,
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell,
Come out of his arrogant shell
Would falter to better.
And as black feathers fell
From heaven’s smoke
So I woke to insanity.
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course,
Would burn on the morrow with me...
Strung up in my sight,
Naked She sways
Displayed for their vulgar delight.
That for these crimes of mine solace me.
I will fear not the flames
That to passion are tame,
Not nearly the same searing pain,
(I pray) as held sway upon losing Her.
Nor the mettle of roars
That will settle like ashes and scores
As with our ghosts in the fog
When we both turn no more.
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Dude! This is the sequel to Her Ghost In The Fog! I love this damn song. It's cool. The meaning, as with nearly all CoF songs, is pretty much there. You may have to do some research, but in the end it'll make you a Hell of a lot more enlightened. Later, Georgie.
It is definitley crucial to listen to A Ghost in the Fog before this. This reiterates what happened in that song, but adds a new twist to it. In the end, you find out that he never avenged "Clarissa" by burning her attackers. It was merely a dream of revenge had by him in his jail cell. I am guessing that he was there when Clarissa (his lover) was raped and murdered, and was taken into custody so both of them "would burn on the morrow". Amazing lyrics. Especially the end. Damn.
I agree, when I first heard this song and looked at the lyrics I was like.. this sounds liek her ghost in the fog and it is. THis might be my Favourite song off Nymphetamine, I really like Absinthe WIth Faust to.
I LOVE Cradle of Filth! I think I get the whole story when I hear "Her Ghost in the Fog," BUT I WAS WRONG! This band is the GREATEST!
This isn't the sequal to her ghost in the fog. this is a brand new semi-trajic epic from the cradle. i know i told mrsdanifilth that you cant restrict interpretations in my comments on gilded cunt, but her ghost in the fog is a different story!!! her ghost in the fog sees his lover killed and avenges by killing the murderers an their followers and ends with him in the embrace of her ghost. this is simular as it has a lover lost and an avenger but this closes with the hero about to be burned by the villains along side her corpse, but in the madness he admitted to,couldn't be happier, and is glad that they will remain together.
But i will admit that it is very simular to her ghost in the fog. Its a bit like a shakesperean love/trajedy, isn't it?
Very good interpretation. It does remind me of a Shakespearean love/tragedy...
I still think it's the sequel to Her Ghost in the Fog...
Understandable. So which do you preffer? Her ghost in the fog or swansong for a raven? you have to choose!!
I prefer "Swansong for a Raven." I don't know why. I guess it's because a video for "Her Ghost in the Fog" already exists, and even though it's awesome, I think it could've been better. "Swansong for a Raven" has not disappointed me yet. So, I guess that's why...
How would you have done the video for her ghost in the fog? I think they should have used the eirie Gothic forest that they used, but should have followed the actual story of it. I'd rather they didn't make a video for swansong. they could really mess it up.