Cradle Of Filth - Summer Dying Fast

Through acrid clouds of summer flies The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrefied Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled Towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch 'neath her veil Reclamation, our time has come Our time has come Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end We are what we are, what we shall be, again Again Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others Summer's dying