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  • 标题:Tortured Soul Asylum

    标签: 总谱

    艺人:Cradle Of Filth

    专辑:Midian (Track 11)

    作词:Cradle of Filth, Dani

    作曲:Cradle Of Filth

    制谱人:Pat MeTaLHeaD

    指示:Guitars and Bass are Dropped D

    附注:
    This tab was written all by ear, I even searched the 
    Internet and didn't find any tabs for this great song...I 
    did my best, give me a break please.
    
    PS :  I'm not a drummer so please..

    节拍: ♩ = 138

    注释:Oh Sweet Midian..To where pleasure rings..Under full moonFreezing seed of a demon...Curse the stars withVertigoooMi-Di-aaaanMi-Di-aaaanSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereMi-Di-aaaanMi-Di-aaaanNo!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!Oh Sweet Midian..To where pleasure rings..VertigoooMi-Di-aaaanMi-Di-aaaanHaunted by this..Haunted by this..Haunted by this..Haunted by this..Sorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure herePick SlidePick SlideHaunted by this..Haunted by this..Haunted by this..Haunted by this..Sorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereMi-Di-aaaanMi-Di-aaaanNo!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!Oh Sweet Midian..To where pleasure rings..Mi-Di-aaaanMi-Di-aaaanSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereSorry but I'm really not sure hereMi-Di-aaaanMi-Di-aaaanNo!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!Oh Sweet Midian..To where pleasure rings..AaaaaaaahUnder full moon..Mi-Di-aaaanNot sure about this..Not sure about this..Not sure about this..Not sure about this..Not sure about this..Not sure about this..No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!No!Oh Sweet Midian..Listen to the song and try tabbing this ;)It's about it anyway..This track is only for the soundListen to the song and try tabbing this ;)It's about it anyway..This track is only for the soundAaaaaaaahUnder full moon..Oh Sweet Midian..To where pleasure rings..The instrument isn't good but I can't find itThe instrument isn't good but I can't find it
    标记:0:00 Intro0:17 Guitars In1:00 Mi-Di-aaaan1:14 Haunted By..1:28 These visions struck..1:44 Forbidden Midian2:14 Shades of dusk..2:43 Ooooh2:58 In hidden Midian..3:28 Between the dog..3:42 Sor sights that preyed..4:14 Under fullmoons..4:42 Mi-Di-aaaan 24:56 I know I've seen..5:14 And just like grim..5:33 Middle Part5:56 Best Part6:11 Oooh..Exhuming the moon6:41 No! No! No!6:56 Ooooh.. MidiAAAAn
    歌词:
    "Oh, sweet Midian
    I burn for thee at heart
    Don't despair me
    To where pleasure rings deep secrets
    In spurts after dark"

    Under full moons waxing lyrically
    Death's poetry floods the soul
    Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
    To curse the stars with vertigo
    And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
    Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
    Hymeneal gates to darker sides
    A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies

    Midian

    Haunted by this portent
    This obsession in my mind
    With a city sunk below
    Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
    Sporting their importance
    Marble wings spread to the skies
    A vale of dreams that it would seem
    The daylights race to leave behind

    These visions struck like a furious fuck
    Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls
    Flashes of lust to dust
    Splashed across my psychic pall
    As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
    With final thrusts I saw it all

    Forbidden Midian
    A long fabled Judecca
    A sanctuary for sin
    To rival Heaven
    Free of Eden's tragic wreck
    (Though the only Angels in repose
    Were those with ivy strangled necks)
    Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault
    Gaunt, haunched edifices
    Midst lightfingered mists
    From whence more awful shadows
    Drew back rusted bolts
    And dared a threshold
    The searing Sun had knelt to kiss

    Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth
    The Tribes of Christ will not forgive
    And shall not suffer their kind to live

    For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs
    Or their waltz so sibilant
    Through the gathering gloom
    But from flumes of the moon in bloom
    Baring cach a face effaced
    And raped in the womb

    In hidden Midian
    A vatican lying in state
    For the sanctity of sin
    To rival Heaven
    Above Eden's birth defects
    Though the only Angels that arose
    Were those who fell to most requests
    Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
    Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
    Haunched, flaunted orifice
    Midst lighter fingered mists
    Whilst I watched without revolt
    Carnalities few beasts permit

    Between the dog and wolf
    Bared fangs met in intercourse
    A nightly right of teeth and cunt
    For those below who rose to hunt

    Sor sights that preyed on Me for days
    And in laudenum's haze
    I painted them all

    The slew of sith and kin
    I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
    To Deathugees at peace within
    (An underworld free of Mortal rule)
    Crotesques and wolves in women's skins
    The raven winged and missing limbed
    Suicides and split thighed Seraphim

    And marble stairs
    Star grazers dare
    Ascend like prayer
    (As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)

    Under full moons waxing lyrically
    Death's poetry floods the soul
    Like the wrecking weed of a demon freed
    To curse the star with vertigo
    And in their dance, in trance I praise wide
    Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs
    Hymeneal gates to other sides
    A labyrinth wherein Midian hides

    Midian

    I know I've seen
    Through the black backed mirrors in sanity
    Lucent prides amassed in last retreat
    Prurient souls but no more freaks
    Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me
    And just like grim ascension prophecies
    My revenge, carved deep, will be
    A grisly plot that reads
    Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams

    Exhuming the moon
    Through the bars in My room
    The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through
    But no Aphrodites, Genotypes, Demonarchetypes,
    No Cenobites rise to clame me from you

    No! No! No!
    Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell
    No! No! No!
    With prophets and losses
    And dead men from crosses
    My fate is a preview of derelict Hell
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