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Bier de Stone


I'm confused. It's hard enough trying to make out the lyrics w/o reading them, but now that I've grown to like this CRADLE OF FILTH song, I'm wondering if anybody has got the words, and what they mean, to the requiem of Mannequin. I think they go like this
Mourning slash and dripping sweat
Abuse you and paralyze the snake
Charmed and jolted but love lorn rule
I know these words make little sense, but it's what I hear at the beginning of the song before the

Led to other worlds
By the girls She curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my mannequin

Be my mannequin

I cannot remember
How it was that we first met
Curve of moon and haunted shore
The stars were not those heaven sent

Did we come together
At masked palatial Balls
In silks and flesh and leather
Or did we come at all?
I dreamt a midnight castle
The eerie song of wolves
And eyes that danced with fire
As they have forever more

Our rites of sin
Have long fathered a hymn
To burden Him
Whom by slip of after-whim
At genesis
Dressed Her like the wind
In autumn gowns
That pinned Her down
To be my mannequin

Be my mannequin

Always poised on winter
But never would She break
My lovecraft and black witch heart
That pounded in Her wake

We kissed on distant balconies
A law unto Her own
Thirteenth dark commandment
Of figures pressed to stone
Turning cream with fantasies
That God alone would know
We graced the vomitorium
With the sweet excess of Rome

Flagrant in the past
Our names were deeply carved
On the tree of life in long dead

Led to other worlds
By the girls She curled within
I took their skins to see Her
Be my mannequin

Be my mannequin

I tongued the nuns at Louviers
But not one word possessed
Her devine right, an archetype
For mortal Goddesses
… which I'm going to try to commit to memory so that, next time there is a concert, I can sing along like everybody else. Personally, after listening to it ten or twenty times today, I thought it was a really, really sad situation this mannequin guy is in; and that requiem I'm talking about, recited in female vocals, seems to be the mannequin girl he's so hung over.

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