When the sun has wept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee" And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flirt through the shadows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deadly nightshade Still warmed with the kill's afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine "Let me come to thee With eyes like Asphodel Moon-glancing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Ereshkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us
Prague gig will be my COF gig number 12... =) The first time was 1997 in a small club and after the gig the band signed my Dusk-cd and we drink some vodka!! Great memories... =)
My first touch with COF was back in 1996, I bought Dusk cd and it hit like a thousand hammer. Things havent change, still listening them allmost daily. One of the best songs they ever made. Can´t wait to see them twice next november in Finland(Helsinki and Tampere) and after those gigs in Prague!! I´m gonna mosh my head of! \,,/ So fuck the rest, these guys are the best. -End of the story.
@LeonJordison yea the diffrence is the extra stuff eleven burial masses is only the concert like Live bait for the dead same stuff diffrent names heavy left and candid is the right its a dvd
@@roderickwashington3881 I thought about mentioning it after seeing such comments, as "the drummer is in frenzy.... ", "4:35 The BEST PART :) ". And also now instead of Nick, they have another bald guy Martin, how definitely doesnt look like a metal drummer, despite he is quite skillful. Watch the clip "Right Wing Of The Garden Triptych ", he is just ridiculous.
It's the same people as on V Emp and Principle. They wrote the music for Dusk, but left prior to the 2nd recording of this album. Only Damien wrote the new intro/interlude. But yeah, those guys were great.
You don't have to reply to me, but I'm replying to you. You told me to get out more. I'm gone almost everyday. My mother misses me at home, she really does. As far as getting a job goes, that's happening really soon, at a computer repair shop. I am a skinny, angry bloke and I have the right to be. If only you knew what it's like for me. It's not my fault for being alive and forced to live as I do. Thanks for commanding the wrong things to me.
