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I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life's parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
in drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the author
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started
Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered...
Hate
'Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure
Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life's parade
Though incisions once made her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
in drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
But for the Rapture
That ancient plan for my defeat
Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
It seems again dreams wend to capture
Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
Through shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in lost momentum
With no divine intervention
Regardless that the author
Of sin was me and I
Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
As Mortals warred with more besides
They warred with life itself
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
And I thank God for the suffering
As still I burn
For Her return
I would make my peace with everything
I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
Consigned to flames like secret letters
And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg her
That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
I thank God for the suffering
Love would have conquered all
Were we not parted
Her splintered loss rekindles rage
The winter frost dwindles across my stage
Lit up once more to score finales started
Love would have conquered all
Love would have conquered...
Hate
Lyrics submitted by Dying_In_Vain
Track duration: 06:13
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it has nothing whatsoever to do with Dani and any of his past love afairs
but it does explain lucifer's loss of the babylon whore.
there you go, a correct response for you emo kids
Okay, to touch on the subject of this album being tied to Paradise Lost. It is. It's been stated publicly by the band themselves that Paradise Lost was a main inspiration. This coupled with other elements of the biblical story and little bits and pieces of Dani's own personal struggles and you have "Damnation and a Day".
Now on the subject of this song itself. I agree that it is about Lucifer's love. Which in some contexts could be Sin itself, but...it's apparent here that he's speaking of another being, either mortal or celestial. I'm not quite clear on that. God, however, out of his wrath has taken her from him in some way, if it's a mortal woman, perhaps stripping her from him through faith, if it be a celestial being, perhaps they were parted after the war in heaven, her being one who didn't go with him, either way, hense that he thanks God for his suffering. Honestly...I could be wrong, I could be right, I'm not sure. That's just what I get from it.
The first lines of the second verse lend to self-harm:
Though incisions once made her so vivid
I took that to mean when he cut himself he was with her... a bit dark, but hey, this is Cradle!
Overall a very nice, although strange, love song. It's my second favourite Cradle song; my favourite is Malice Through The Looking Glass.
This song is more like Bathory Aria which is a song of lamentation for the loss of a loved, evil or sinner, one.
The woman, the scarlet whore, has a name. Jezebel. The whore from The Book of Revelations. Damnation and a Day is the most biblical to date. Yep, Dani does read the bible (no, I'm not saying he's Christian or has Christian beliefs, altough he does say "God bless" at the end of Queen of Winter, Throned in Livebait for the Dead.).
The second half of the album is set too late to be connected to the poem. Doberman Pharoah is obviously about the Exodus, duh there is no exodus in Paradise Lost, and The Smoke of Her Burning is clearly apocolyptic, that isn't in Paradise Lost. Christ, people should research thing before making general statements.
But in this song I agree with slave2thewage. Very powerful.