Cradle of Filth - Thank God For The Suffering lyrics

I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of may<br>'neath whose rays we lay together<br>And those bright nights on glassy waves<br>When we would glide lightly away<br>From the grain<br>For wicked flights of pleasure<br><br>Those visions fade<br>Like ghosts to life's parade<br>Though incisions once made her so vivid<br>A scarlet whore<br>With both heels in the door<br>Of a heaven severed from me, insipid<br><br>And midst the writhe of parapets<br>Where angels sigh, lonely she sits<br>Upon the lip<br>Only a slip from whence I beg her<br><br>That I would wish<br>Her kiss a chrysalis<br>To break to make my fluttered heart amiss<br>And in those frozen moments won<br>From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun<br>In drapes inwove with deathshead wing<br>I thank God for the suffering<br><br>Love would have conquered all<br>But for the rapture<br>That ancient plan for my defeat<br>Denied faith skies that would have set her free<br>It seems again dreams wend to capture<br><br>Once dancing in a spotlit waltz<br>Through shadowed dimension<br>Given to the rivers that bedizened her eyes<br>The world drifted by in lost momentum<br><br>With no divine intervention<br><br>Regardless that the author<br>Of sin was me and i<br>Lay chaste of hate in faith's embrace<br>As mortals warred with more besides<br><br>They warred with life itself<br><br>And in those frozen moments won<br>From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun<br>In drapes inwove with deathshead wing<br>I thank God for the suffering<br><br>And I thank God for the suffering<br>As still I burn<br>For her return<br>I would make my peace with everything<br><br>I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of may<br>Consigned to flames like secret letters<br>And midst the writhe of parapets<br>Where angels sigh, lonely she sits<br>Upon the lip<br>Only a slip from whence I beg her<br><br>That I would wish<br>Her kiss a chrysalis<br>To break to make my fluttered heart amiss<br>And in those frozen moments won<br>From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun<br>In drapes inwove with deathshead wing<br>I thank God for the suffering<br><br>Love would have conquered all<br>Were we not parted<br>Her splintered loss rekindles rage<br>The winter frost dwindles across my stage<br>Lit up once more to score finales started<br><br>Love would have conquered all<br>Love would have conquered...<br>Hate