Tearing the Veil from Grace Cradle of Filth
"Tearing the Veil from Grace" by Cradle of Filth is a #Metal song from their 1998 album "Cruelty and the Beast." The lyrics explore themes of forbidden love, spirituality, and the struggle against oppression. Musically, it features gothic elements, intricate guitar work, and orchestral arrangements, contributing to its dark, atmospheric sound. The song reflects the band's signature blend of horror and romance, solidifying their impact in the gothic metal scene.
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night
A tragic yet magickal fall from grace
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints
Free shining souls torn from God's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight
And Hell knows we sought victory
Chancing the leash
But when bad die were cast
We were cast down to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of our Father
Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining his sights for the storming of
Skies
And after descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives
For eternity is a coprophagic
Backward figure head
Gorging on her own bitter end
And we have eaten shit
Until we're close to addicts
Now grime is running out
For us to make amends
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night
A tragic yet magickal fall from grace
Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste
Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints
Free shining souls torn from God's given Reich
Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight
And Hell knows we sought victory
Chancing the leash
But when bad die were cast
We were cast down to die
A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes
So scholars might say we were blinded by pride
Like the sin of our Father
Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived
Regaining his sights for the storming of
Skies
And after descenturies have crawled, vilified
Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives
For eternity is a coprophagic
Backward figure head
Gorging on her own bitter end
And we have eaten shit
Until we're close to addicts
Now grime is running out
For us to make amends
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