An Enemy Led The Tempest by Cradle Of Filth lyrics (text):

As pride precedes a downfall,
So he took his place
Before the firewall
Of dissonant choirs
Whose faith in one
Was embraced in this wraith
Whose fate was hung
Between forgiveness and the damage done
 
An electric scent
Over drear decay
Lent a violent surge
To their serenades
Through white glades
As his winged parade
Bent to silhouette
And to sharpen dull razors 
 
Within vast skies
Unversed in starknees
His might grew
And blew light hues to grey...
And worse, a third of stars to darkness
 
Then thunder
Seethed and wreathed
In thickening night
A line was drawn
Midst wrong and right
And across the throuts of thieves
As love fell choked,
The tempest broke
From Heaven's farthest shore
Descending to eclipse all hope,
Repentance might stay holy war
 
He would not heel
Nor fake a bow,
Murmur curses to the wind
Enraged, he raved in a Balrog howls
Upon a storm firstborn of sin
 
Incensed anew,
Rebellions tore
Like frenzied beasts of prey
Through temple doors...
Through east before
The midnight masses

And where once bliss
Reigned so serene
In sweeter glades
Now viens ran openly...
Like eyes that shied from kindered ashes
 
When suddenly
There shone a hideous light
And a voice like three insanities
Soared up in thistled speech
Thou hast bred hate where
There dwelt none and for this grave mistake
How thou art falling morning sun.....

The proud will be abased
 
He would not heel
Nor fake a bow,
Murmur curses to the wind
And lo - the wrathof God swept down...
 
Thou art no more
An Angel filled with light,
But a leech to be abhorred
And thou shalt suffer
My burning will,
Quoth this raven...
Nevermore
 
Neverfuckingmore...
 
 
And with these words
Like heavy stone
Cast against that
Gilded throne
With many legions
Still in tow,
He turned his wings to flee
His eyes a picture of distaste,
dawn to tears and in their place
The dawn of time and fates to face,
Through all eternity...
 
I wept for him a deep red river
That ran like blood
Through scarred ravines
To sluice away the guilt
That slithered
Like a Serpent tongue to Eve
For once as I
In Heaven climbed too high
For truth to truly see
My sunken mind,
Drunken and blind,
Saw the lie - that fool was me...
 
 
Alone and cold,
Face to the crack,
Beyond dark gates
With no way back
His crown of gold
Faded to black
Like a bruise
Upon the heart that lingers

With thrill-kill
Culture shock wave lengths
Of rope to hang high
Ten commandments by
...snaked about his upraised fingers...