Lletres:
Cradle Of Filth The Smoke Of Her Burning

breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the tribulation The moon child come to harm A riot of stars, shaken from their station The chokin' smoke of Jerusalem burnin

Traducció: Cradle Of Filth. El jardí perfumat: El fum del seu incendi.

a breeze next to this night I am Methuselah of the Tribulation The Moonchild come to harm A riot of stars shaken from their station The choking smoke of Jerusalem burning