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Fix lyrics Swansong for a raven by Cradle Of Filth

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Forgive the day's
 Last serenades
 Her skies they bruise like Nordic women
 Deep crimson stains
 That Death would claim
 His robes of office swim in
 
 As would I
 For his dark eye
 Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe
 On charred remains
 With shared disdain
 For those I chose to mortify
 
 Their cries have paralysed
 And the smoke has choked these vistas
 But still I lie, though tears have died
 On the grave of my Clarissa
 
 A verse for her whispered to the earth
 A lover's curse is a see-through coffin
 Praises her curves so oft concurred
 Though she was
 No Snow White on the night she died
 Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over
 Lipped with blood and secrets pried
 
 For on and in they spread her wide
 That seraph bride
 The Devil's pride
 Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise
 
 But they would writhe
 For my dark eye
 Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's
 On Esther's reign
 And in this vein
 I saw their lust still stain her thighs
 
 Their cries have paralysed
 And the smoke has choked these vistas
 But still I lie, though tears have died
 On the grave of my Clarissa
 
 Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes
 Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches
 A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry
 
 I was no dark knight, breaking men like ice
 I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over
 Lipped with blood and last goodbyes
 
 Now I dream
 Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
 Where beauty streams
 Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
 To tear out her spells
 In red lettered cells
 Wherein even the crown Prince of Hell
 Come out of his arrogant shell
 Would falter to better
 
 But her face soon dispels
 And as black feathers fell
 From heaven's smoke
 So I woke to insanity
 Her exquisite corpse
 Found fit for their sport
 Of course
 Would burn on the morrow with me
 
 And there on this night
 Strung up in my sight
 Naked she sways
 Displayed for their vulgar delight
 
 I scream through my bars at the stars
 That for these crimes of mine solace me
 I will fear not the flames
 That to passion are tame
 Not nearly the same searing pain
 I pray
 As held sway upon losing her
 Nor the mettle of roars
 That will settle like ashes and scores
 As with our ghosts in the fog
 When we both turn no more

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