Pallid Reflection Cradle of Filth

Here forms a knotted sorrow
The vivid grasp of fading faces
Storm clouds plot to follow...

I wander despondent, a curse on the grave
Her hair in my locket, a lock of nightshade
And there in my pocket, I nurse the charade
Her ring is awaiting her back
I watch her from shadows, pariah by day
I sleep in dark belfries and cellars away
From the ungiving living, their neurotic plague
Has turned her as I to the black

Faster beats the drum of dark arcanum

Marie
I turned a deaf ear to heaven
When the evil eye accompanied me

You'll see
I am no further needed in the mirror
By my pallid reflection

I thirst so perversely, the worst is this crave
For sweet scarlet blood from a harlot parade
Of dutiful victims I beautifully take
With delicious malicious intent
A gift from a goddess who toyed with her game
The price of my night's infidelity paid
At the alter of her never faltering blade
Of infernal nocturnal descent