Queen Of Winter, Throned - Cradle Of Filth

Weak midnight promises of love

Were wept upon Her grave

And shunned by stars above

In mortal life lurks my dismay

An Angel stole my heart

And Death took Her away

She sleeps beyond the grace of god

A dreaming beauty

If wishes could only fray that bond

The dead would sing for me…

Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice

A poet’s serenade

Her name a whisper 'pon my lips

And lo, Rorasa came

«Fear me not my grieving King

Funereal in breath

The secrets of the dark I know

And thus, we shall cheat Death»

My promises wrought though despondence that night

Have delivered me gifts from the grave

Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life

Never a Devil so vain

The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost

And no heaven would silence the pain

Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost

Desire for warm blood again

Princess lay down thy florid cheek

In drunken splendour

Tonight rare regal fate has cast