Tonight In Flames — Cradle Of Filth

"I will give to drink without cost, From the spring of the water of life' He who overcomes will inherit all this''' And I will be his God''' and he will be my son'"

When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages

Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about out precious land Seeking cause to subjugate

Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames

There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear "Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here"

Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same

I went to see her dance one day In a play by a wailing wall Now she is gone But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal

The Eastern sword must fall

Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames