[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:01.14]Cradle of filth-Absinthe With Faust [00:18.74] [00:51.81]Pour the emerald wine [00:54.14]Into crystal glasses [00:58.09]We will touch the divine [01:00.42]Through kissed catharsis [01:02.66] [01:02.82]Let us pitch to the seven-year itch [01:05.20]Of the ultra-decadent [01:08.25]To a tainted world and the painted girls [01:11.23]That our fantasies spent [01:13.78] [01:15.06]Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes [01:17.98]Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams [01:20.92]A toast to those most sacrilegious of days [01:23.92]Where for every whim won [01:26.15]One soon repays [01:31.03] [01:32.38]We touched the stars [01:34.72]That now laugh from afar [01:37.90]At we, the damned [01:42.54]The damned [01:45.54]The damned [01:48.71]The damned [01:53.22] [01:54.28]We have spent our time [01:56.47]Drenched in opulent splendour [02:00.38]But when midnight chimes [02:02.73]Will gilded souls surrender? [02:04.80] [02:05.16]Let us drink on the giddying brink [02:07.44]Of pools of excrement [02:10.55]All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz [02:13.24]Mephistopheles lent [02:16.24] [02:16.92]I remember the night as if it were engraved [02:20.26]A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves [02:23.04]To the shore from the moon and by Her grace [02:26.40]Came that erudite stranger [02:28.65]That fucker [02:30.20] [02:34.08]He was a predator, creditor cold [02:40.22]Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll [02:46.17]And all that glittered was not gold [02:49.11]But we wanted everything [02:52.45]And for it all lost our souls [03:05.63] [03:07.08]Come my friend, to fate let's raise [03:09.83]Two finger shots at this our last soiree [03:14.60]For tomorrow I fear [03:16.67]Swoops all too deadly near [03:24.84]This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate [03:32.69] [03:37.01]We touched the stars [03:39.48]That now laugh from afar [03:42.56]At we, the damned [03:47.19]The damned [03:50.12]The damned [03:53.31]The damned [03:56.87] [04:26.26]He was a predator, creditor cold [04:32.37]Our blood was young on the yellowing scroll [04:38.50]And all that glittered was not gold [04:41.59]But we wanted everything [04:44.78]And for it all lost our souls [04:52.96]Our souls