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  • Текст песни Cradle Of Filth - Mannequin

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    Led to other worlds
    By the girls she curled within
    I took their skins to see her
    Be my

    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 forevermore

    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

    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 languages

    Led to other worlds
    By the girls she curled within
    I took their skins to see her
    Be my

    Be my mannequin

    I tongued the nuns at Louvers
    But not one word possessed
    Her divine right, an archetype
    For mortal goddesses

    Я был уведен в другие миры
    Девушками, с которыми она была,
    Я содрал их кожи, чтобы увидеть Её,
    Будь моей манекенщицей,
    Моей манекенщицей

    Я не могу вспомнить,
    Как мы впервые встретились,
    Был ли изгиб луны и звездный берег...
    Звезды не были небесными посланниками

    Приходили ли мы вместе
    На скрытые величественные балы
    И в шелках, и в плоти, и в коже,
    Да и приходили ли мы вообще?
    Я мечтал о полуночном замке,
    Жуткой песне волков
    И глазах, что танцуют с огнем,
    В которых всегда есть нечто большее

    Наши греховные обряды
    Наконец породили гимн,
    Который обременил того,
    Кто промахом, по прихоти,
    В самом начале,
    Нарядил ее ветром,
    В осеннюю мантию,
    И это заставит
    Её быть моей манекенщицей,
    Моей манекенщицей

    Хоть я и спокоен зимою,
    Но не сломить ей никогда
    Моей хитрости и колдовского сердца,
    Что шли за ней по пятам

    Мы поцеловались на дальних балконах,
    У нее свои законы и правила,
    Тринадцатая темная заповедь
    В образах, выбитых на камне,
    Пена фантазий, о которых
    Один лишь Бог будет ведать,
    Мы украсили это извержение
    Сладким изобилием Рима

    Скандальные в прошлом,
    Наши имена были глубоко высечены
    На дереве жизни на мертвых языках

    Я был уведен в другие миры
    Девушками, с которыми она была,
    Я содрал их кожи, чтобы увидеть Её,
    Будь моей манекенщицей,
    Моей манекенщицей

    Я развязал язык монахиням в Лувре,
    Но ни одно слово не обладало
    Её божественной справедливостью,
    Прообразцом смертных Богинь

    Led to other worlds
    By the girls she curled within
    I took their skins to see her
    Be my

    Be my mannequin

    I can not 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 forevermore

    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

    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 languages

    Led to other worlds
    By the girls she curled within
    I took their skins to see her
    Be my

    Be my mannequin

    I tongued the nuns at Louvers
    But not one word possessed
    Her divine right, an archetype
    For mortal goddesses

    I was taken away to other worlds
    Girls with whom she was
    I ripped off their skin , to see it ,
    Be my mannequin ,
    my mannequin

    I can not remember ,
    How we first met,
    Was bending moon and star beach ...
    Star were heavenly messengers

    We came together
    On hidden majestic balls
    And in silks and flesh and the skin,
    And if we come at all?
    I dreamed of a midnight castle
    Eerie song of wolves
    And eyes that danced with fire,
    In which there is always something more

    Our sinful rites
    Finally gave birth to the national anthem ,
    Which burdened order
    Who blunder , on a whim ,
    In the beginning,
    Along its wind
    In autumn mantle
    And it will make
    Her to be my mannequin ,
    my mannequin

    Although I am a calm winter ,
    But do not break it never
    My tricks and witch hearts
    Walking on her heels

    We kissed on distant balconies
    It has its own laws and regulations ,
    Thirteenth dark commandment
    The images are engraved on the stone,
    Foam fantasies , which
    God alone will be responsible ,
    We decorated this eruption
    Sweet abundance of Rome

    Scandal in the past,
    Our names were deeply carved
    On the tree of life in the dead languages

    I was taken away to other worlds
    Girls with whom she was
    I ripped off their skin , to see it ,
    Be my mannequin ,
    my mannequin

    I untied the language nuns in the Louvre,
    But not one word possessed
    Her divine justice ,
    Proobraztsom mortal Goddesses

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