Текст песни Cradle of Filth - Mannequin
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Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see her Be my Be my mannequin I cannot remember How it was that we first met Curve of moon and haunted shore The stars were not those Heaven sent Did we come together At masked palatial balls In silks and flesh and leather Or did we come at all? I dreamt a midnight castle The eerie song of wolves And eyes that danced with fire As they have forevermore Our rites of sin Have long fathered a hymn To burden him Whom by slip of after whim At genesis Dressed her like the wind In autumn gowns that pinned her down To be my Be my mannequin Always poised on winter But never would she break My Lovecraft and black witch heart That pounded in her wake We kissed on distant balconies A law unto her own Thirteenth dark commandment Of figures pressed to stone Turning cream with fantasies That God alone would know We graced the vomitorium With the sweet excess of Rome Flagrant in the past Our names were deeply carved On the tree of life In long dead languages Led to other worlds By the girls she curled within I took their skins to see her Be my Be my mannequin I tongued the nuns at Louvers But not one word possessed Her divine right, an archetype For mortal goddesses Я был уведен в другие миры Девушками, с которыми она была, Я содрал их кожи, чтобы увидеть Её, Будь моей манекенщицей, Моей манекенщицей Я не могу вспомнить, Как мы впервые встретились, Был ли изгиб луны и звездный берег... Звезды не были небесными посланниками Приходили ли мы вместе На скрытые величественные балы И в шелках, и в плоти, и в коже, Да и приходили ли мы вообще? Я мечтал о полуночном замке, Жуткой песне волков И глазах, что танцуют с огнем, В которых всегда есть нечто большее Наши греховные обряды Наконец породили гимн, Который обременил того, Кто промахом, по прихоти, В самом начале, Нарядил ее ветром, В осеннюю мантию, И это заставит Её быть моей манекенщицей, Моей манекенщицей Хоть я и спокоен зимою, Но не сломить ей никогда Моей хитрости и колдовского сердца, Что шли за ней по пятам Мы поцеловались на дальних балконах, У нее свои законы и правила, Тринадцатая темная заповедь В образах, выбитых на камне, Пена фантазий, о которых Один лишь Бог будет ведать, Мы украсили это извержение Сладким изобилием Рима Скандальные в прошлом, Наши имена были глубоко высечены На дереве жизни на мертвых языках Я был уведен в другие миры Девушками, с которыми она была, Я содрал их кожи, чтобы увидеть Её, Будь моей манекенщицей, Моей манекенщицей Я развязал язык монахиням в Лувре, Но ни одно слово не обладало Её божественной справедливостью, Прообразцом смертных Богинь Смотрите также:
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Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see her
Be my
Be my mannequin
I cannot remember
How it was that we first met
Curve of moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those Heaven sent
Did we come together
At masked palatial balls
In silks and flesh and leather
Or did we come at all?
I dreamt a midnight castle
The eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forevermore
Our rites of sin
Have long fathered a hymn
To burden him
Whom by slip of after whim
At genesis
Dressed her like the wind
In autumn gowns that pinned her down
To be my
Be my mannequin
Always poised on winter
But never would she break
My Lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in her wake
We kissed on distant balconies
A law unto her own
Thirteenth dark commandment
Of figures pressed to stone
Turning cream with fantasies
That God alone would know
We graced the vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome
Flagrant in the past
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life
In long dead languages
Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see her
Be my
Be my mannequin
I tongued the nuns at Louvers
But not one word possessed
Her divine right, an archetype
For mortal goddesses
I was led to other worlds
Girls who she was ,
I ripped off their skin to see her ,
Be my mannequin ,
my mannequin
I can not remember ,
How we first met,
Was bending moon and starry shore ...
Star were heavenly messengers
We come together
Hidden on the majestic balls
And in silks and flesh and skin,
And if we come at all?
I dreamed of a midnight castle
Eerie song of wolves
And eyes that dance with fire,
In which there is always something more
Our sinful rites
Finally spawned anthem
Which burdened order
Who blunder , on a whim,
In the beginning,
Along its wind
In autumn mantle
And it will make
Her to be my mannequin ,
my mannequin
Although I am calm winter ,
But do not break it never
My tricks and witch hearts
Walking behind her
We kissed on distant balconies
It has its own laws and regulations ,
Thirteenth dark commandment
The images are engraved on the stone,
Foam fantasies , which
God alone will be responsible ,
We have decorated this eruption
Sweet abundance of Rome
Scandal in the past,
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life on the dead languages
I was led to other worlds
Girls who she was ,
I ripped off their skin to see her ,
Be my mannequin ,
my mannequin
I untied language nuns in the Louvre,
But not one word possessed
Her divine justice ,
Proobraztsom mortal Goddesses
