Cradle Of Filth - The Trinity Of Shadows

Gargoyle-stanced at the edge of night
The blushing skies
Set their silhouettes to dreadful sight
On a flush of gushing brides

Three witches, leeches, feral bitches
Predatory-eyed
Huntress maidens, dresses laden
With the gifts of thy demise

With the dark
They come, exotic creatures
Drifting past
The distraction of thy screams
And as they start
To come, erotic preachers
The Trinity of Shadows
Turn to black these Gothic dreams

Nymphs, Moirai, Erinyes
Nymphs, Moirai, Fates

Neath great beauty and seductive charm
These masks belie
Lethal intent, pent corruptive harm
All ties to laughter cast aside

Three graces, faces kept in stasis
On the crest of dawn
Once crept to eaves they slept content
By the restless dusk reborn

With the dark
They come, exotic creatures
Drifting past
The distraction of thy screams
And as they start
To cum, erotic preachers
The Trinity of Shadows
Turn to black these Gothic dreams

Deep Gothic dreams

Death undone
The twine of life unwound
In lament configurations

Snuff the sun
Their time is nigh, untied
To moral aspirations
And execration
Just the need to feed

These pale Messalinas
Full-reddened, dripping-lipped
Tease the frailties of Venus
With their necrotic grip

Nymphs, Moirai, Erinyes
Nymphs, Moirai, Fates

Nymphs, Moirai, Erinyes
Nymphs, Moirai, Fates

Angels of the fog and the rot of leaves
Slaves to none but the Count of three
The Shade supreme

Three sisters, whispers, moonlit vistas
Sirens undisguised
Huntress maidens, dressed laden
With the gifts for thy demise

With the dark
They come, exotic creatures
Drifting past
The distraction of thy screams
And as they start
To cum, erotic preachers
The Trinity of Shadows
Turn to black these Gothic dreams

The Trinity of Shadows
Turn to black these Gothic dreams