The Night at Catafalque Manor

Lyrics

Lighting forked like a bifurcate tongue Flickers on this wicked little pandemonium Theatrical, the courted orchestra ripples The tumult of the skies is alive and highly verbal It plays for mass destruction Frightening, the sight of darksome banners on the wind Tumulus the cumulus, its drub of us begins A galivanting army of tsunami-like decrees Trees are edging backwards, I am lost to reverie I wait, contemplating the fates to undress Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This eve is enwreathed with sensation My carriage appears like a fright through the storm A bell from a distant church, tolling forlorn Thrash out a tortuous path until dawn Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage I sense the stars up in arms Their mercurial charms Incensed by the liveried curtain And hence my journey, pockmarked By the Stygian dark Is intense and delivered uncertain This eve is in league with elation As a gatehouse awaits in a shadowy lee The foul tempest howls and then suddenly Falls as silent as skulls set in lost ossuaries Passed under the shrouded arches The moon spills twixt clouded branches And where it sits, the driveway branches Fixed aslant the hill To the foot of the Catafalque Manor Silvered thus, it extends a glamour Like Cinderella bared to dare enamour My inner gothic thrilled Exotic guests, coalesced, embark (Espied through windows on the park) To arrest my villainous heart For it is amiss, yet yearning still... I pervade the ball And glide amidst rich animals So beautiful, their prideful litters Underneath chandeliers that glitters Sanguine delights In bright Victoriana A Nirvana life bedights In light of this, I commend the Host for his regalities A toast I thus engender But now, in a forest of glasses raised And gazes held I spy a face whose spell One would race through blazing hell for I must confess I came here for the game For the scent of death But never did I foresee heaven torn asunder By a seraph who would steal its thunder My ardour awakened is taken by force I ask for a dance, a chance for discourse She bats me a glance and love strikes like a scorpions... [Guitar Solos: Marek Å merda / Richard Shaw] We play for mass corruption She waits, contemplating her fate to address Tonight is the night for the hands of doom to caress This Eve is besieged by temptations The flames in her eyes catch these mad butterflies They burst into blossoms well-versed to imply This girl, nonpareil, is a nymph in disguise Oh, the viciousness of this parade The heavens have lit so exquisite a stage We pass through the throng Heedless and headlong Possessed by the gathering maelstrom By her talents impressed And the swell of her breast Obsessed, I am halfway to hell gone This Eve is enwreathed in sensation As the tempest renews in the turbulent heights We fake our excuses, soon to take flight Forever to wake and remember this night The night at Catafalque Manor