Текст песни Cradle Of Filth - Right Wing Of The Garden Triptych

Winter gotten soul, right wing of the garden triptych
I've watched the fallen of the grounds
And all the weeping

Whisper the rumor never told
One layer of the wind purr
Fate is racing down this civil burn
Now, those who check owls
Before the falls
Run thunder from the hall of arms
They think I just keep on
I keep it far apart
Fiend with the virtue
Guy go with his skiddish mind
Puritans keep whipping tempting pythons
This is the beginning to the mortal
Went on pass

We belong, we belong in sacredest paths
We belong, we belong in dreams we'll be found
Find the splinter, lungs start turning
Adverse seems forgot

I go on to prove that there were righteous to be burned
I simply yearn for the minds and the hide of those yet unborn
Running to the fall down depths of hell