English Fire

1.English Fire (Bush) sözleri

Bush tarafından The Science Of Thing albümünde söylenen English Fire adlı şarkının sözleri.

World news, world news
Well you said let's be free
Well you said I'll be me
Death row hearts are hard to mend
Why shoot myself for your sins

All my love, all my love
All my love, all my love

Well you said retribute
Well you said substitute
Burn myself on your bed
Your crown of thorns my crown of lead
I'll wake up before I drown
I'll wake up before I drown

All my love, all my love (let's me free)
All my love, all my love (let's me free)
All my love, all my love
All my love, all my love

We'll hang ourselves by the English fire
We'll hang ourselves

All my love, all my love
All my love, all my love (let's me free)
All my love, all my love (let's me free)
All my love, all my love

I'll wake up before I drown
All my love (let's me free)
All my love
All my love (let's me free

2.English Fire (Cradle Of Filth) sözleri

Cradle Of Filth tarafından albümünde söylenen English Fire adlı şarkının sözleri.

Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
And Sirens sing from stern
But now I cease to play
For I yearn to return
To woodland ferns
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay

Now the tidal are turning
Spurning the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished tours
Are but stills in time
To the thrill that I'm
Once more
Heading to the bedding
Of her English shores

The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke her soul to me

From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as season's blent
Together a chimerical beast

Now the tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but stills in time
To the chill that climbs
Once more
Dreading the red weddings
On her English shores

Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winter cut their sacred throats
With polished scythes that reap worldwide
Pitch black skies and forest smoke

And the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more

One of her sons from the vast far-flung
Come home to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields

Now the tidal are turning
Burning in darkness
The salvation of her hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine
From the hills to chines
That pour
Spreading her beheadings
On these English shores

For the hosts that I saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally once more

This is a waking for England
From it's reticent doze
This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes

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