Testi:
Cradle Of Filth Midian

dark pool at thy feet I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen The chill keen of stars Over Yew and deep wooded ravines A hidden meridian Where Midian

(Instrumental)

Our tongues they could not silence with their malicious lies, their unforgotten violence, remember those who died. And as my flesh is put to fire I

Come distortured artists Bitter things seek meaning Even if they're madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares

Through arcades where shimmering snowfall Lay in state with the sad and damned A rent lament barely flung above a whisper Drew Me like a ghost to the

So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His

[Instrumenal]

inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned

The moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the mid-nightmare