Cradle of Filth - The forest whispers my name lyrics

Black candles dance to an overture<br>But I am drawn past their flickering lure<br>To the breathing forest that surrounds the room<br>Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb<br><br>I sip the blood-red wine<br>My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time<br>From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life<br>From chaos born out of love and the scythe<br>The forest beckons with her nocturnal call<br>To pull me close amid the baying of wolves<br>Where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn<br>In the dark, odiferous earth<br><br>We embrace like two lovers at death<br>A monument to the trapping of breath<br>As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck<br>To drop roses on my marbled breast<br>I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves<br>And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze<br>To learn from the dark and the voices between<br><br>This is my will...<br><br>The forest whispers my name...again and again<br><br>I walk the path<br>To the land of the dark immortals<br>Where the hungry ones will carry my soul<br>As the wild hunt careers through the boughs<br><br>Come to me, my pale enchantress<br>In the moon of the woods we kiss<br><br>Artemis be near me<br>In the arms of the ancient oak<br>Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose<br>And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked<br><br>The principle of evil<br>Evolution has been recalled<br>Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon<br>I stand enthralled<br>...in the whispering forest<br><br>'pale, beyond porch and portal,<br>Crowned with leaves, she stands,<br>Who gathers all things mortal,<br>With cold immortal hands,<br>Her languid lips are sweeter,<br>Than love's who fears to greet her,<br>To men that mix and meet her,<br>From many times and lands.'<br><br>A.c. swinburne