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We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame

Cemetery and sundown

Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To cure Aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady nights of pain resplendent
In the service of the Goddess of Death
When her sheets ran royalty red

Moon lengthen or crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness

We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonine pride
In dusk’s embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide

2007-03-23 00:44:31 · 9 answers · asked by Anonymous in Society & Culture Mythology & Folklore

Too long have we skulked like drifters
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona Lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights on fear dependent
Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine
When the song bird broke her neck

Wolves howl their fogbound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made...

Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst

Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of bestiality
Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep

Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown

Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghost of yet-to-come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Or the sewers we’ve overrun?
I see a winter palace

2007-03-23 00:44:53 · update #1

Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity’s spirit
As I threw her to it bled

We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame

We walk this Eden, a secret
Faces hidden under Leonine pride
In dusk’s embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide.

2007-03-23 00:45:09 · update #2

The Song is called Cemetery And Sundown by cradle of filth.

2007-03-23 01:44:48 · update #3

9 answers

Interpreting poetry is a fickle task. It depends on the perception of the reader. A more potent question would be...What do these lyrics mean to you?

As for what it means to me....

Sounds a little like someone is playing on a mixture of ideas like ritual and vampires and such. The creatures of the night and deeds of the night. At the same time, it seems to be sneering at humanity's nasty little habits. It also seems to be written from the vantage of someone ancient, longing for the distant past and a more...darkened scene.

I'd be interested to read more by this writer.

2007-03-23 01:22:28 · answer #1 · answered by aurorase 2 · 1 0

when they say underwrld they mean the living dead
they gatherings of the sewers
n dusks embrace means they onli come out of night
cemetary and sundown is there hang out or image
those heady nights of pain resplendant well resplendant means Splendid or dazzling in appearance; brilliant. wich means they feeln the pain of depression n hatred
in other words this song is a gothik styled song

2007-03-23 01:06:32 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0 0

I'm beautiful certain that it is relating to the truth that he is disenchanted approximately whatever that has occurred (undoubtedly whatever approximately a woman) and he is ingesting alcoho, hoping that he will work out what went improper ("There's a tale on the backside of this bottle") and "I'm the pen" most of the time implies that it used to be all his fault besides. He wrote the tale on the backside of the bottle. I do not know, that used to be plenty of rambling. Good music regardless that. All Time Low is my favourite.

2016-09-05 12:54:03 · answer #3 · answered by piekarski 4 · 0 0

This seems to be written by a person who has recognised their shadow self, but seems to be ashamed of it and is waiting for the innocent to come to unveil the greed and ugliness of this world. The lyricist speaks the truth.

2007-03-23 00:52:34 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 2 1

That means the guy who wrote it was on a huge load of LSD.

2007-03-23 03:16:31 · answer #5 · answered by Gabriel G 3 · 0 0

an intimate look into the hearts and minds of the shadows and demons -- quite beautiful imagery. Thanks for posting this, it was very calming and peaceful to me.

2007-03-23 02:42:24 · answer #6 · answered by StormyC 5 · 0 0

most appealing poem. quite vivid. almost makes one actually feel like going out and killing.

nevermind. i already felt that way.

2007-03-23 01:40:11 · answer #7 · answered by Cave Dweller 3 · 1 0

Sounds like satan is writing poetry.

2007-03-23 01:41:48 · answer #8 · answered by AntiOccult 2 · 0 2

vampire?

2007-03-23 02:43:29 · answer #9 · answered by heidi t 3 · 0 0

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