Wester Vespertine Cradle of Filth

Today was spent in languor
Drifting through the fold
As midsummer vent its clamour
In cobbled streets a thousandfold

I bore cruelty from the sun
The jewelry that it hung
About me, God, it stung
Like life's betrayal

Now shadows lengthening
Hear the nightside sing
The promise of delightful things to come

Wester vespertine
When the sun is in decline

Reddened skies underlined in purple
Exemplify cries, goodbyes are verbal

Bats carouse about the tree line
Daylight bows out, free and feline
And dusk comes so sublime
So wester vespertine

Feel the rush of power this magickal hour
The heavens blaze, their flames devour
The smoke of ruins black against
A bled horizon, mystic, incensed