Cradle Of Filth — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Lustmord & Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds)
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Lustmord & Wargasm (The Relicking of Cadaverous Wounds) » de Cradle Of Filth.
Paroles
An archangel in bondage,
bediademed, sold
with a murder of ravens,
but no less astarte to behold.
abandoned by heaven to the dead, dark & past,
cast her dispersions on life’s brittle glass.
And though her eyes still held fire
as stone walls caged the beast,
'gainst the lassitudes of death
she fought but failed to greet.
Midst lies in collusion
she was matyred to teach that:
(girl) «divinity & lust are forever forbidden to meet»
But i swore that they would
before the veil could part our embrace.
twixt her cold silent hips i kissed
and promised christendom in —
flames…
Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
that obsesses my heart
i am convened by words
to avenge her
ebon splendour
and surrender
my soul to the dead to achieve prophecies
of libidinous scourge
horripilation braying over carrious herds
vexing nightmares
and their weak prayers
to a no one there
to hinder her decree
to weed the world of their disease
As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
the meat that is their congregation
Oh how they plead to the skies
but this is mere foreplay to war…
Scar-riddled safron eaves bleed like the conjugal
vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
a sycophant, the despoiler of faith
now his skinless crucifixion needs a winged diocese…
For her interred i tore a battle banner from his side,
splashed in red goetia,
hues of hell & deicide
Here comes the night
its obsidian light
is a master whom disasters
suck upon like concubines
and under black skirts
that whisper of delight
dark seeds in fruition
darkened deeds to marry mine
(girl) «in death’s bed i have lain
paying lip service to shame,
but for dreaming of thee i regain
i reason to seek life again."
And we smite the divine
for our true nature is sin.
to strip tender flesh from these swine
like the lick of carnivorous winds…
The breath of destruction begins…
by forcing its herod tongue in…
to. the womb of the holy virgin…
to taste of immaculate
sin
From temptation’s peak we will see world unfurled at last
now the wolves of time will stalk mankind,
shall be as one in grim repast…
Commemorating sickle moons
the pack are poised to reap
a scythe of white roses in bloom
whose twisted thorns will keep
the crown upon a dead man
daylights crucified in sleep.
and lives that hide in scriptured lies
to the memory of a scream…
And we shall dance amid the ruins
as adam and evil
dizzy at the falling stars
that burn fiercer in throes of upheaval.
If all must we damn for this moment that it shall be so.
both our souls have crossed oceans of time
to grasp one another more tightly than death could alone
As zyklon beasts reign to make carrion crawl…
their talons of lust rake a clarion
call…
To the lick of carnivorous winds…
Gravid with madness like a feculent dirge
that obsesses my heart
i am convened by words
to avenge her
ebon splendour
and surrender
my soul to the dead to achieve prophecies
of libidinous scourge
horripilation braying over carrious herds
vexing nightmares
and their weak prayers
to a no one there
to hinder her decree
to weed the world of their disease
As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
the meat that is their congregation.
(anyone who knows these last lines, please email me)
Traduction des paroles
le goût de l'immaculée
péché
Du sommet de la tentation nous verrons le monde enfin déployé
maintenant les loups du temps traqueront l'humanité,
sera comme un repas sinistre…
Commémoration des lunes de faucille
la meute est prête à récolter
une faux de roses blanches en fleurs
dont les épines tordues garderont
la couronne sur un homme mort
daylights crucifié dans le sommeil.
et des vies qui se cachent dans des mensonges scriptés
à la mémoire d'un cri…
Et nous danserons au milieu des ruines
comme adam et le mal
étourdi aux étoiles filantes
qui brûlent plus férocement dans les affres du bouleversement.
Si tout doit nous damner pour ce moment qu'il en sera ainsi.
nos deux âmes ont traversé les océans du temps
se saisir les uns les autres plus étroitement que la mort ne pouvait le faire seule
Comme les bêtes Zyklon règnent pour faire ramper les charognes…
leurs serres de luxure ratissent un clarion
appeler…
Au lécher des vents carnivores…
Gravid avec madness comme une féculent dirge
ça obsède mon coeur
je suis convoqué par des mots
pour se venger de son
splendeur d'ébène
et la remise
mon âme aux morts pour réaliser les prophéties
de libidinous fléau
horripilation braiking sur carrousous herds
contrariant les cauchemars
et leurs faibles prières
pour une personne il
pour entraver son décret
pour désherber le monde de leur maladie
Comme les ombres libèrent mes yeux pour voir
la viande qui est de leur congrégation.
(toute personne qui connaît ces dernières lignes, veuillez m'envoyer un courriel)