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Suicide And Other Comforts Lyrics
I pace, alone
In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven
Oh sweet May,
Dressed in grief
Roll back the stone
With these words scrawled in a severed hand
Tears fall like shards of glass that band
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me to join the damned
A darkened sky
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me
So farewell to distant thunder
Those inept stars I've worshipped under
Fall father, their Father
Lies in wait in flames below
Whilst my love, a blood red flower
Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry
Please save me from this Hell I know
A darkened sky
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me
An eye for an eye as espied in the bible
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon the survival
Of this lorded agony
And I, (much as I have tried
To bury Her from mind,
Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)
Still sense Her presence so divine
Lithe arms about my throat
Like pining swans entwined
Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars
See Her face in every natural feature
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...
With glee deceiving me
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her
Sirensong to sing along, no finer
Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor
Strike a chord with misery
No light nor reef
No unsinkable of romance keeps me
Safely from the stormy seas
Now drowning, resounding
Death-knells pound my dreams
Unthinkable to dredge through this
Listless and lonely winter frieze
A darken sky
This day hereafter dies
Falls swiftly into night
Abd stays within my sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me
No more a victime of crsade
Where souls are strung from moral palissades
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins
In a place for the dead
Overcome by woe
And here, I've grown
So fond of dread
That I swear it's heaven
Dressed in grief
Roll back the stone
Tears fall like shards of glass that band
In rivers, like sinners
Swept with me to join the damned
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now the sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me
Those inept stars I've worshipped under
Fall father, their Father
Lies in wait in flames below
Whilst my love, a blood red flower
Calls to me from verdant bowers
Graveside, I cry
Please save me from this Hell I know
The day that laughter died
Fell swiftly into night
And stayed within Her sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me
My faith is lost to the burning of idols
One less cross to press upon the survival
Of this lorded agony
To bury Her from mind,
Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)
Still sense Her presence so divine
Lithe arms about my throat
Like pining swans entwined
Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
See Her face in every natural feature
Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...
With glee deceiving me
Sirensong to sing along, no finer
Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor
Strike a chord with misery
No unsinkable of romance keeps me
Safely from the stormy seas
Now drowning, resounding
Death-knells pound my dreams
Unthinkable to dredge through this
Listless and lonely winter frieze
This day hereafter dies
Falls swiftly into night
Abd stays within my sight
Staring at the knife
Oh God, how ease it was to sacrifice
My life, to have Her with me
Where souls are strung from moral palissades
I slit my wrists and quickly slip away...
I journey now on Summerlands
To grace Her lips with contraband
The blaze once in my veins
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Amazing song.
this is a great song!!!! deep meaning!!! a kick ass song!! the guitar is great!!! amazing vocals!!!
Probably my favorite song ever.
such an amazing song. it's good to see people supporting cof. i'm glad i'm not the only one.
This is one of my favorite CoF songs....its amazing. Especially the beginning.
THIS SONG IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. DEFFINETLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL TIME.
"suicide and other comforts" -> one of my favourite songs.. and my favourite song from cradle of filth..
This song is such a great representation of just how great COF really are. They are so totally different to everything else, I can barely wait for the new CD.
CoF is great....but they arent totally different from everything else....everything else in America. Try listening to Limbonic Art, Dimmu Borgir, Graveworm, Hecate Enthroned, Arcturus, Asgaroth, Nokturnal Mortum.....all good bands, Limbonic Art is my favorite band if you only pick one.....but anyway.....has anyone ever considered the possibility from Her Ghost in the Fog that Dani's true love really was raped and killed, or maybe just killed....he seems to write about it a lot...and i mean a lot......there are several songs about just that....like suicide and other comforts and her ghost in the fog and there are countless ones that allude to it in a verse or two.....but from this song, take a particular look at the lines: An eye for an eye as espied in the bible My faith is lost to the burning of idols One less cross to press upon the survival Of this lorded agony
And I, (much as I have tried To bury Her from mind, Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat Like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars See Her face in every natural feature Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... With glee deceiving me
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Sirensong to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor Strike a chord with misery
I would like to add that the, as much as i have tried to bury her from mind, part has some sort of accuracy....on most of CoF's cd's he sings about it like every other song, or at least alludes to it, but there were a few cd's Cruelty and the Beast and then Dusk and Her Embrace on which he didnt even mention the idea of someone he loved being killed.....just an interesting thought
Could the song start off any more beautiful? Then the voice he uses is unlike anything I've ever heard before. As for the meaning: in my opinion, a guy loses his love and his life becomes a living hell. Everyday is just a tragic as the last and finally he decided to slice away and join her in "summerland". I take the last verse as meaning even though he'd go straight to hell, he'll break into heaven to be near her and "grace her lips with contraband".