Lovesick for Mina - Cradle Of Filth

One might see in Mina

My disease

But it is She who has infected me For all eternity…

As the sun slips the tearaway stars

Into the scented scheme of night

I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose

Set upon a marbled dream of white

So pure of thought like a Vestal statue

Jewelled with a God-lent grace

I was close to coming when She bid adieu

Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there

Oh Mina, obscener

Thoughts obsess my days

Oh Mina, obscener

Thoughts possess me That I must now obey

They say the darkest hour

Is that before the dawn

When nothing in one’s power

Can dissipate the great forlorn

Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name

For dawn is a dusk

Wherein needs must

Erupt from the grave, aflame

Written in the dead of night

And riding on the burning wind

Smitten by her read delight

My words alight like leaves of sin

Stepping through a mirror

The princess of the emerald glass

Brought me one step nearer

Love’s infernal past…

They say Hell hath no furies

Like a woman scorned by life

When the Heavenly Judge and juries

Participate to chain this wife

With forced virtues, Her secret needs

Drew on my foreign blood

On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites

I gave her Eden after the flood

Written in the dead of night

And riding on the burning wind

Smitten by her read delight

My words alight like leaves of sin

Verona, Marishka, Aleera

Brides of old and goddesses all

Forgive my wishes to be always near her

Forever or whenever seas recall

This Aphrodite from my embrace

For as Mars (whom her lips placate)

I tore these shores with wars of hatred

Before our Paris set his fate

In Helen, one might find mistake

In winning tragedy

For all eternity…

I am still lovesick for Mina

I am still so lovesick for her