english fire 

1. bir bush parçası.
   
   World news, World news
   Well you said let's be free
   Well you said I'll be me
   Death row hearts
   Are hard to mend
   Why shoot myself
   For your sins
   
   All my love, all my love
   All my love, all my love
   
   Well you said retribute
   Well you said substitute
   Burn myself on your bed
   Your crown of thorns
   My crown of lead
   I'll wake up before I drown
   I'll wake up before I drown
   
   All my love, let's be free
   
   We'll hang ourselves by the english fire
   We'll hang ourselves
   
   All my love, let's be free
   
   I'll wake up before I drown
   
   All my love, let's be free
   #397990 (altan, 05.07.2006 02:44)
2. cradle of filth'in nymphetamine albumunden super bir parcadir.
   
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   seven brides serve me seven sins
   seven seas writhe for me
   From Orient gates to R'lyeh
   Abydos to Thessaly
   And Sirens sing from stern
   But now I cease to play
   For I yearn to return
   To woodland ferns
   Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
   
   Now the tidal are turning
   Spurning the darkness
   The great purgations of distinguished tours
   Are but stills in time
   To the thrill that I’m
   Once more
   Heading to the bedding
   Of her English shores
   
   The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
   Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
   And mists clung tight in panic to vales
   When Brigantia spoke her soul to me
   
   From Imbolg to Bealtaine
   Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
   I heard her lament as season’s blent
   Together a chimerical beast
   
   Now the tidal are turning
   Churning in darkness
   The celebrations of extinguished wars
   Are but stills in time
   To the chill that climbs
   Once more
   Dreading the red weddings
   On her English shores
   
   Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
   Cruel winter cut their sacred throats
   With polished scythes that reap worldwide
   Pitch black skies and forest smoke
   
   And the hosts that I saw there
   Drones of carrion law
   Drove the ghosts of my forbears
   To rove and rally once more
   
   One of her sons from the vast far-flung
   Come home to rebuild
   The rampant line of the Leonine
   Risen over pestilent fields
   
   Now the tidal are turning
   Burning in darkness
   The salivation of her hungry sword
   Shalt spill like wine
   From the hills to chines
   That pour
   Spreading her beheadings
   On these English shores
   
   For the hosts that I saw there
   Drones of carrion law
   Drove the ghosts of my forbears
   To rove and rally once more
   
   This is a waking for England
   From it’s reticent doze
   This is a waking for England
   Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
   #1953798 (revolter00, 17.07.2007 17:11)