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Cradle of Filth - Existence Is Futile - How Many Tears to Nurture a Rose?
Existence Is Futile
01. The Fate of the World on Our Shoulders
02. Existential Terror
03. Necromantic Fantasies
04. Crawling King Chaos
05. Here Comes a Candle... (Infernal Lullaby)
06. Black Smoke Curling from the Lips of War
07. Discourse Between a Man and His Soul
08. The Dying of the Embers
09. Ashen Mortality
10. How Many Tears to Nurture a Rose?
11. Suffer Our Dominion
12. Us, Dark, Invincible
Our time together ends
The sadness is over
I tried my best to make amends
But my heart grew cold and black
I have knelt before your altar
Read the missives from your psalters
In many ways i was bound to falter
You gave me nothing back
Religious fervour got us no further
The Goddess silent to the zealots that serve her
Veneration, masturbation
Icons of deceit built on fluidic foundations
Iʼd have offered you the world
From an Elven spire
These thoughts shall not prevail
For in our time the ships had set sail
Disguise the hurt with wine and fire
How many tears to nurture a rose?
How many thorns to tear us both into pieces?
The night grew chill
And in its arms i fantasised
And fell into her darksome eyes
I woke upon the sand
The madness was over
I tried my best to understand
But my mind, bewitched, was gone
I had crawled within her garden
Seen the things that would make a soul harden
Saints and sinners all begging her pardon
I had hung upon her cross
The taste of bliss turned to venomous piss
Now the graven angels sing of loss
Iʼd have offered you the world
From an elven spire
These thoughts shall not prevail
For in our time the ships had set sail
Disguise the hurt with wine and fire
How many tears to nurture a rose?
How many thorns to tear us all into pieces?
Faith bled away from the shore that day
Nothing but the whispers of the vista at play
Advanced, answered
My lonely prayers, my spent libations
Thunder coming with a pent frustration
You could have been my esteemed salvation
And weʼd have had it all
If youʼd only stepped from your pedestal
Iʼd have offered you the world
From an elven spire
These thoughts shall not prevail
For in our time the ships had set sail
Disguise the hurt with wine and fire
So how many tears to nurture a rose?
How many thorns to tear us both into pieces?