โหลดเพลง mp3 English Fire - Cradle Of Filth

Artist：cradle of filth
Songs Title：english fire

Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me

From Orient gates to R'lyeh

Abydos to Thessaly

And Sirens sing from stern

But now I cease to play

For I yearn to return to woodland ferns
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay

Now the tidal are turning spurning the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours

Are but stills in time to the thrill that I'm once more

Heading to the bedding of her English shores

The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me

From Imbolg to Bealtaine

Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts

I heard her lament as season's blent
Together a chimerical beast

Now the tidal are turning churning in darkness

The celebrations of extinguished wars

Are but stills in time to the chill that climbs once more

Dreading the red weddings on her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winters cut their sacred throats

With polished scythes that reap worldwide
Pitch black skies and forest smoke

And the hosts that I saw there

Drones of carrion law

Drove the ghosts of my forbears

To rove and rally once more

One of her sons from the vast far flung

Come home to rebuild

The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields

Now the tidal are turning burning in darkness

The salvation of her hungry sword

Shalt spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour

Spreading her beheadings on these English shores

For the hosts that I saw there

Drones of carrion law

Drove the ghosts of my forbears

To rove and rally once more

This is a waking for England

From it's reticent doze

This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes