Thank God for the Suffering
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โฑ๏ธ 6:13 duration
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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 a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in a 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 full moon 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, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
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
'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 a shadowed dimension
Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
The world drifted by in a 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 full moon 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, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:27.02] I, I still recall, the first fullmoon of May
[00:35.26] 'Neath whose rays we lay together
[00:39.67] And those bright nights on glassy waves
[00:42.75] When we would glide lightly away
[00:46.36] From the grain
[00:47.40] For wicked flights of pleasure
[00:52.97] Those visions fade
[00:55.13] Like ghosts to life's parade
[00:58.90] Though incisions once made Her so vivid
[01:04.97] A scarlet whore
[01:07.05] With both heels in the door
[01:10.92] Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
[01:27.40] And midst the writhe of parapets
[01:30.55] Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
[01:33.41] Upon the lip
[01:34.97] Only a slip from whence I beg Her
[01:40.71] That I would wish
[01:43.16] Her kiss a chrysalis
[01:46.98] To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
[01:51.19] And in those frozen moments won
[01:53.27] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[01:56.60] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[01:59.83] I thank God for the suffering
[02:09.31] Love would have conquered all
[02:12.11] But for the Rapture
[02:15.08] That ancient plan for my defeat
[02:18.80] Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
[02:23.45] It seems again dreams wend to capture
[02:38.66] Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
[02:41.35] Through a shadowed dimension
[02:44.75] Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
[02:47.38] The world drifted by in a lost momentum
[02:53.72] With no divine intervention
[03:02.82] Regardless that the author
[03:05.63] Of sin was me and I
[03:08.18] Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
[03:11.43] As Mortals warred with more besides
[03:18.50] They warred with life itself
[03:26.52] And in those frozen moments won
[03:29.03] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[03:32.08] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[03:35.37] I thank God for the suffering
[03:44.65] And I thank God for the suffering
[03:53.59] As still I burn
[03:56.53] For Her return
[03:58.07] I would make my peace with everything
[04:25.76] I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
[04:33.76] Consigned to flames like secret letters
[04:38.03] And midst the writhe of parapets
[04:41.45] Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
[04:44.34] Upon the lip
[04:45.70] Only a slip from whence I beg Her
[04:51.36] That I would wish
[04:53.77] Her kiss a chrysalis
[04:57.61] To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
[05:02.18] And in those frozen moments won
[05:04.55] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[05:07.32] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[05:10.63] I thank God for the suffering
[05:20.11] Love would have conquered all
[05:23.17] Were we not parted
[05:25.79] Her splintered loss rekindles rage
[05:29.69] The winter frost dwindles across my stage
[05:34.09] Lit up once more to score finales started
[05:43.72] Love would have conquered all
[05:46.83] Love would have conquered
[05:49.68] Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
[06:01.45] And in those frozen moments won
[06:04.04] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[06:06.90] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[06:09.99] I thank God for the suffering
[06:13.32]
[00:35.26] 'Neath whose rays we lay together
[00:39.67] And those bright nights on glassy waves
[00:42.75] When we would glide lightly away
[00:46.36] From the grain
[00:47.40] For wicked flights of pleasure
[00:52.97] Those visions fade
[00:55.13] Like ghosts to life's parade
[00:58.90] Though incisions once made Her so vivid
[01:04.97] A scarlet whore
[01:07.05] With both heels in the door
[01:10.92] Of a heaven severed from me, insipid
[01:27.40] And midst the writhe of parapets
[01:30.55] Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
[01:33.41] Upon the lip
[01:34.97] Only a slip from whence I beg Her
[01:40.71] That I would wish
[01:43.16] Her kiss a chrysalis
[01:46.98] To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
[01:51.19] And in those frozen moments won
[01:53.27] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[01:56.60] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[01:59.83] I thank God for the suffering
[02:09.31] Love would have conquered all
[02:12.11] But for the Rapture
[02:15.08] That ancient plan for my defeat
[02:18.80] Denied Faith skies that would have set Her free
[02:23.45] It seems again dreams wend to capture
[02:38.66] Once dancing in a spotlit waltz
[02:41.35] Through a shadowed dimension
[02:44.75] Given to the rivers that bedizened Her eyes
[02:47.38] The world drifted by in a lost momentum
[02:53.72] With no divine intervention
[03:02.82] Regardless that the author
[03:05.63] Of sin was me and I
[03:08.18] Lay chaste of hate in Faith's embrace
[03:11.43] As Mortals warred with more besides
[03:18.50] They warred with life itself
[03:26.52] And in those frozen moments won
[03:29.03] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[03:32.08] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[03:35.37] I thank God for the suffering
[03:44.65] And I thank God for the suffering
[03:53.59] As still I burn
[03:56.53] For Her return
[03:58.07] I would make my peace with everything
[04:25.76] I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
[04:33.76] Consigned to flames like secret letters
[04:38.03] And midst the writhe of parapets
[04:41.45] Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
[04:44.34] Upon the lip
[04:45.70] Only a slip from whence I beg Her
[04:51.36] That I would wish
[04:53.77] Her kiss a chrysalis
[04:57.61] To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
[05:02.18] And in those frozen moments won
[05:04.55] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[05:07.32] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[05:10.63] I thank God for the suffering
[05:20.11] Love would have conquered all
[05:23.17] Were we not parted
[05:25.79] Her splintered loss rekindles rage
[05:29.69] The winter frost dwindles across my stage
[05:34.09] Lit up once more to score finales started
[05:43.72] Love would have conquered all
[05:46.83] Love would have conquered
[05:49.68] Hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
[06:01.45] And in those frozen moments won
[06:04.04] From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
[06:06.90] In drapes inwove with deathshead wing
[06:09.99] I thank God for the suffering
[06:13.32]