Cradle Of Filth Album

It's just a feeling
I get sometimes
And I get frightened
Just like you
I get frightened too
But it's

It’s just a feeling
I get sometimes
A feeling
Sometimes

(No no no) No time for heartache
(No no no) No time to run and hide
(No no no) No time for breaking down
(No no no) No time to cry

Sometimes in the world as is you've
Got to shake the hand that feeds you
It's just like Adam says
It's not so hard to understand
It's just like always coming down on
Just like Jesus never came and
What did you expect to find?
It's just like always here again it's

(No no no) No time for heartache
(No no no) No time to run and hide
(No no no) No time for breaking down
(No no no) No time to cry

Everything will be alright
Everything will turn out fine
Some nights I still can't sleep
And the voices pass with time
And I keep
Everything will be alright
Everything will turn out fine
Some nights I still can't sleep
And the voices pass with time
And I keep

No time for tears
No time to run and hide
No time to be afraid of fear
I keep no time to cry

(No no no) No time for heartache
(No no no) No time to run and hide
(No no no) No time for breaking down
(No no no) No time to cry

Sibilant and macabre
Walpurgis sauntered in
Skies litten with five-pointed stars
The work of crafts surpassing sin
As She graced her window ledge
An orphaned gypsy nymph
This issue of the forest's bed
Skin flushed with sipped absinthe
Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak
Tried once concealing Hell
A snow white line of divine freaks
In riot, where they fell

The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight
For seven days and seven festival nights
What wicked wonders lie within the confines
Of the panther's den

She watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongue
The restless spirit of Christmas to come
A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb
Than gingerbread men

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the World going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown

Born in a burial gown
Born in a burial gown

Unloosed, the chain of her god-given cross
Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose
In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost

Too many decades misfit and mislaid
In innocence, a tender legend of prey
Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid

Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerial
She was the light of the World going down
War-torn, forlorn and malarial
She was found
Born in a burial gown
She was born, born in a burial gown
She was born, born in a burial gown

Now she moves with a predator's guile
Beyond the firelit circle of life
She soothes your cold heart for a while
Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife
She wrestles her dreams with a delicate case
Espied by her cross on the wall
And should she awake, through embrace or mistake
She would take Jesus
Bless foot forward and all

Sibiliant and at last
The circus crawled away
With another lover in its arms
Dancing on her grave

Born, born, born, born, born
Born in a burial gown
She was born
Born, born, born
Born in a burial gown
Born in a burial gown

(No Lyrics - Instrumental)