Cradle of Filth - The Promise Of Fever lyrics

In the beginning<br>Rimmed with wind and storm<br>A great black wrath of infinite math<br>Spat snarling into form<br>And there was heaven<br>Lit up with precious stones<br>Each one could fall but for the rule<br>Of faith and love and stronger thrones<br><br>And therein rose vast wonders<br>Affections to be seen<br>Fathered from the plundered<br>Reflections of a dream<br><br>Fogging into nightmare<br>For him whose place was set<br>With wayward stars that absent, marred<br>All creation with their theft<br><br>In the beginning<br>Bewinged and ringed with dawn<br>This favoured avatar, enthralled<br>Swansongs from those that thronged this shore<br>With gabriel and michael<br>He shone with fierce intent<br>For loyalty, their joy to see<br>Him spur the hymns to heaven (sent)<br><br>For sculptured lips of seraphim<br>Whom fate then cruelly rent<br>(with sleight fingered strains of harmony)<br>Each note to grim portent<br><br>As grinning nimbus gathered<br>Over spires arabesque<br>For him that blazed with holy praise<br>That for a jealous God was meant<br><br>Shining feriluce<br>Lustrous scourge of fallen spirits<br>Basked in glory, flew<br>To lakes in sacred altitudes<br><br>Sweet haunting music swathed the breeze<br>With curling tongues that lapped the lead<br>As through thick mountain mist (with thoughts adrift)<br>Until at last, past grasping trees<br><br>He paused to draught forbidden streams<br>That whispered siren promises<br>To drown his thirst (for sports amiss)<br><br>These waters held secrets<br>Like raped russian dolls<br>Wherein evil and good<br>Tore his soul for control<br><br>And drunk with the verse of desire's first words<br>The weight of the universe<br>Slunk in rehearsed<br><br>Horror in numbers too great to discern<br>The rotting of worlds to the conqueror worm<br>And love a rare orchid so fragile in bloom<br>Espied gasping breath under dark sheeted moons<br><br>Shining feriluce<br>Reflected in jaded mirror<br>Climbing from the noose<br>Of time in divine servitude<br><br>And thus a strange new melody<br>Of will and wanton fantasies<br>Whetted by the veiled, seen<br>Danced from his ashen lips<br>In red dawn scores, the silver scream<br>Of truth and her deleted scenes<br>Was taken up as far, it seemed<br>As God his words eclipsed<br><br>(those waters hid visions<br>Like butchers in war<br>Perverting the course<br>Of life's blood evermore...)<br>In the beginning<br>Skinned well with gibbous tones<br>Of countenance and ignorance<br>In equal measures sewn<br>A marbled arc of angels<br>Sworn to the morningstar<br>Shared his pride and deep inside<br>Felt chill shadows sweep their cards