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Thank God For The Suffering Lyrics
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life's parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
in drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the author
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started
Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered...
Hate
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Like ghosts to life's parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
in drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Through shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg her
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started
Love would have conquered...
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this is such a touching song... its about destiny robbing love from someone.
Yeah, I agree...Basically what I was going to say. Plus I'm too lazy to type it so thanks for doin it first...
I love cradle of filth, dani is so godly. this is my favorite CoF song. its just like erudite_stranger said. there was an intense love, though one lover, the female, died.
yes, i think it was either his wife or his girlfriend called Clarrissa, he has written a few songs like this. one is on nymphetimine, i cant remember what its called though, i'll post it later
poisonheart, you're probably thinking Swansong For A Raven off of Nymphetamine...I'm assuming anyway...He says "Though tears have dried, On the grave of my Clarissa".
definately one of my favorite songs from the filth
I think this song is meant as a metaphor for something else. As we know Damnation... is an album about Lucifer. The woman in this song is probably a metaphor for power and sin. Like in Better to Reign in Hell, " Her name was sin..."
damnation and a day is based on the epic poem Paradise Lost. but there are a few songs that dont seem to fit, this one and manniquin.
I think it's about how he was so in love with a girl who he now knows he could have spent the rest of his life if she hadn't died. He misses her deeply and longs for her to return to him.
In my opinion it is just an allegory for something different. It's the kind of thing Cradle of Filth would do and it would cause it to fit in with the 'Paradise Lost' scenario. I feel that it is just a song about the power of lust.