Haunted Shores Lyrics by Cradle Of Filth

Haunted Shores Lyrics

    Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
    Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned
    And Christendom sought to pervet but poets of my name
    Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed
    The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
    To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings

    These are the shores whereto my soul
    Blood drenched and unredeemed
    Shalt seek solace in secrets told
    Through the whispers of a dream

    From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius
    A proud, audacious King mantled in the vehemence of lust
    Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided
    In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided
    Then treachery a wingless beast, came crawling to my court
    And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought

    I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot
    How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost
    Morganna art thou near me?
    Languid I wend my path to grave
    Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
    Of the naiad neath the silvered lake
    When waters stirred lay silent
    Mistress let the mists descend
    Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart
    His sombre gaze defies legend
    More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes
    Art for the Banshees song
    Or our souls entwined like vein upon
    The haunted shores of Avalon

    The haunted shores of Avalon

    Bury me in velvet dream
    Lest I unduly wake
    And seek to reconcile my thirst
    With the cowardly tailors of my fate
    Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
    To overthrow, plague and burn
    As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
    To scheme of my return

    Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm
    A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn
    Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword
    Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war
    The wolfs are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free
    This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds

    These are the shores whereto my soul
    Blood drenched and unredeemed
    Shalt seek solace in secrets told
    Through the whispers of a dream.


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