Sisters Of The Mist lyrics - Cradle of Filth

Witching hourglasses

Bleed the hissing sands of time

As this story, gory, a catharsis

Leads toward the quite sublime

We have such sights to show you

Enslaved from the start

She captured my heart

I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart

And when she died

I cried to darkened orders

Fell fiends of the abyss

(Beware their kiss)

Sisters of the mist

Through split lips of torture

I scream out her name

Clarissa, I miss her

Death's fissure remains

She hangs in the courtyard

Neath a cold, callous moon

Her bruised naked carcass

Displayed for the boon

Of those who desired her

Fiery womb

If tomorrow we burn

Tonight we will seal their doom

Enslaved from the start

She captured my heart

I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart

So when she died

I cried in darkened corners

Fell fiends of the abyss

(Beware their kiss)

Sisters of the mist

As guards drunkenly slept, fog crept from dank woods

Slithering, slathering, beasts understood

That starved, vengeful spirits of similar fates

Had answered the prayers I left at their cemetery gates

From the scarred side of midnight

Monstrosities came

Clarissa, I wished

For hellfire to rain

These vehement women

Lithe Stygian shades

Tore through the murk

Like a forest of razorblades

Fating, castrating

Each soul to be taken

And freed from my cell

On reaching the gallows

Enshadowed, I fell

Witching hourglasses

Bleed the hissing sands within

As the net of retribution passes

Leaving nothing breathing in its skin

A waste of good suffering

The coven dispel with the first rites of dawn

Sated they fade, now benign

I cut down my bride and cry out, forlorn

Cradling her body to mine

Then for one rent moment

A miracle spurred from the pain

Death lends her back to my fervent embrace

Three final words as she slips to oblivion

Enslaved from the start

She captured my heart

I recall our lips trembled a whisper apart

And when she died

I cried on darkened shores

Despisal, reprisal for holy fists

(Beware their Mephistory)

Sisters of the mist

Sisters of the mist

Now the sun rises on streets steeped in blood

I stagger her corpse to the lake

The feared Water Wyrds creature up from the mud

To take us to depths far away from the stake

As the cold waves enclose, I shall falter no more

Nothing is ghosting me back to the shore

And though I have knelt at this altar before

Death will unite us, our nights will be glorious

Together, victorious

And legendary, even in hell