Текст песни Cradle Of Filth - Mannequin
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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 Led to other worlds
By the girls she curled within
I took their skins to see her
Be my
Be my mannequin
I can not 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 taken away to other worlds
Girls with whom she was,
I ripped off their skin, to see her,
Be my mannequin,
My mannequin
I can not remember
How we first met
Was bend moon and star beach ...
The stars were heavenly messengers
Have we're together
On hidden majestic balls
And in silks, and in the flesh and in the skin,
And if we come at all?
I dreamed about midnight castle,
Eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire,
In which there is always something more
Our sinful rites
Finally gave birth to the hymn,
Are burdened order
Who blunder, on a whim,
In the beginning,
Along its wind,
In autumn mantle
And it will make
Her to be my models,
My mannequin
Although I am a calm winter,
But do not break it never
My tricks and witch heart
What went on her heels
We kissed on the distant balconies,
It has its own laws and regulations,
Thirteenth Commandment dark
The images are engraved on 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 in the dead languages
I was taken away to other worlds
Girls with whom she was,
I ripped off their skin, to see her,
Be my mannequin,
My mannequin
I untied the language nuns at the Louvre,
But not one word did not have
Her divine justice,
Proobraztsom mortal Goddesses
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