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Cradle of Filth - Existence Is Futile - Us, Dark, Invincible
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
Seize the night
Before the fevers take flight
Cicadas drown out delight
In this horny cornucopia
The stars are alight
We have desires in sight
Dark immortals, bedight
In the throes of lycanthropia
Drink deep when dusk descends
The moon-kissed air
That succours…
Us, dark, invincible
We know our sins appall
We, the children of The Fall
Dripping with gall
The gothic-scarred principle
Our balustrades standing tall
Us, dark, invincible
Freeze the day
Let our nocturnal foray
Keep Aurora at bay
From this candlelit utopia
As orchestras play
Nightmares speak of the way
Weʼre painting over the grey
In a dripping red sinopia
Bursting with flame
Seasoned teeth, never tame
Weʼre first in whispered disdain
Icons for their nyctophobia
We suitor ill winds
Incalculable sins
The face of vanity grins
At our human race ectopia
Drink deep when dusk descends
The moon-kissed air
That succours…
Us, dark, invincible
We know our sins appall
We, the children of
The Fall Forlorn with gall
The gothic-scarred principle
Our balustrades standing tall
Us, dark, invincible
Us, dark, invincible
What fires die
In the hearts of those awry?
And what mad embers arise
In the veins of the insatiable?
What dreams might fly
Through the mist and midnight skies
When our cold souls fantasise
On the warmth of walls now scaleable?
Never
Never will we break the vows
We took when we swore to the dark
Never will the shadows bow
On the house of our ancient caste
Never
Never will their rule renew
For when the Day Of Reckoning is over
Iʼll bring their severed heads to you