Tonight in Flames - Cradle Of Filth

«I will give to drink without cost,

From the spring of the water of life'

He who overcomes will inherit all this'''

And I will be his God'''and he will be my son'»

When contrary winds blow across the sands

Their murmurs can be easily swayed

But when storms quicken one cannot placate

The howling of their murderous rages

Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand

Beside our waiting graves

As war roars about out precious land

Seeking cause to subjugate

Tonight in flames

Tonight the world will fear our names

Tonight in flames

Stay my feeble heart

Our deaths will be the start

Of something glorious and vain

Tonight in flames

There is no fanaticism as virile as faith

To the blind his words are clear

«Suffer not the infidel!

Suffer not the infidel!

Assure your place in paradise here»

Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand

Beside her tiny grave

I will avenge her, do or damned

Her sacred mother did the same

I went to see her dance one day

In a play by a wailing wall

Now she is gone

But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal

The Eastern sword must fall

Tonight in flames

Tonight the world will fear our names

Tonight in flames

Stay my feeble heart

Our deaths will be the start

Of something glorious and vain

Tonight in flames