's watching you Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have constant fear that some thing's always near Fear of the dark, fear of the dark I have a phobia
Перевод: Cradle Of Filth. Fear Of The Dark.
As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath grief's dark facade
miracles, feared Were all but reared By nature, whose law alone Stood that revered This hysteria passed, but still the mark Of yahveh burned on in the dark
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
poet's serenade Her name a whisper pon my lips And lo, Rorasa came "Fear me not my grieving King Funeral in breath The secrets of the dark I know And
swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching The darkness
I am She Lilith Mistress of the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by the
with her nocturnal call to pull me close amid the baying of wolves where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth
more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the sullen cain Strike the tethered liar dead Dark