Cradle of Filth
Lovesick for Mina
One might see in Mina my disease
But it was She who has infected me for all eternity
As the sun slips the tearaway stars
Into the scented scheme of night
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
Set upon a marbled dream of white
So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
Jewelled with a God-lent grace
I was close to coming when she bid adieu
Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts obsess my days
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts possess me
That I must now obey
They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn
When nothing in one's power can dissipate the great forlorn
Shadows of fire that haunt me
Like risen whispers of her name
For dawn is a dusk wherein needs must
Erupt from the grave, aflame
Written in the dead of night, dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight, read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Stepping through a mirror
The princess of the emerald glass
Brought me one step nearer
Love's infernal past
They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life
When the Heavenly Judge and juries participate to chain this wife
With forced virtue Her secret needs drew on my foreign blood
On warm we nights with storm-wracked bites I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night, dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight, read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Verona, Marishka, Aleera
Brides of old and goddesses all
Forgive my wishes to be always near her
Forever or whenever seas recall
The Aphrodite from my embrace
For as Mars whom her lips placate
I tore these shores with wars of hatred
Before our Paris set his fate
In Helen, one might find mistake
In winning tragedy for all eternity
I am still lovesick for Mina
I am still so lovesick for her
I am still lovesick for Mina
I am still so lovesick for her