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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
"All mirrors lead to my palace
My exotic pleasure temple Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable Pure and obscene For where pumps the true heart of life There too seeps corruption And from this my new Eden of nightshades, black Henbane, sphinxes, Opium and roses weaned on tears and blood Will rise up like lust And the shadow of my dark consort shalt extend Himself across the face of the world... ...And Hell will come with Him" Part of the garden, her dark Eden Fed blood by poisoned fronds My heart hardened in her wet season Treading mud in her slough of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh hour Her beauty and brute power Grows stronger by the day And with each rose that she deflowers The longer her throes of madness stay In her grip on shredded sheets Once our fingertips had dug and clutched She whispered dreadful things to me She wanted war with God The underdog baring sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd break off holy limbs On the racks of her witch hunt And crush the church beneath her heel The Pope in homage to her cunt A dark horse forcing nightmares To wring submissives dry A vampire madam batterfang With vicious streaks a mile wide Beyond eleventh hour Her kiss has turned dismissive Her glance holds slight contempt Instead those eyes burn on the prize Of fates she really likes to tempt In her grip on shredded sheets Gasping from conquered peaks of passion She whispered dreadful things to me She wanted war with God The underdog baring sharpened teeth With her armies raised from suffering To ascend on jet black wings She'd tear down mighty spires Then rear them up anew Orders forged to her desires The eleventh hour nearly through Lilith, the abyss, the slithering mists That cause all souls to stray How to resist those seductive gifts On the shore of her unholy ways? She calls my name so softly From deep banks of scented fog I almost lose myself before it starts But my spirit keeps its silence As I drift across the lake A glimpse of harem secrets Now her velvet curtain parts She is glaring like the moon The wind dies down. eavesdropping As I bow before her throne And she descends to greet me Like the royal bitch to which shes grown "Come closer, what have you to say? Black cat got your tongue? "I am not your slave Nor are you my saviour" "But Isaac, I'm the only one..." I hold those cold deceiving eyes Her once hypnotic gaze And pledge eternal love. then walk away Thunder seethes behind me Death adjusts her favourite mask Another lover smothered by her sanguinary darkness Clasped in the garden, here you heard This story blustered through I asked her pardon, swore my word I'd score her sweetmeats just like you For only now The truth lies prone before me I couldn't leave her even if she stormed The heavens as were promised Beyond eleventh hour Lilith, the abyss. the slithering mists Will come for you this eve Lustrous the cusp of her lingering tryst Before those fatal kisses bleed Beyond eleventh hour She will make of you a plaything Scant amusement for her bed And when naked flesh forgets to sing She'll take your fucking soul instead Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their reeking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words I speak are gates to Hell |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
On the night all mirrors fell silent
And the clocks struck accord with the rain A storm swept in with such violence The dead rose to complain The stars were ill-crossed as the weather Lost in its bitumen cloak The Angels were warring, slick with endeavour Falling like tears through the thickening smoke Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder A flood of souls scream on the rolling thunder Blood redeems, heaven torn asunder She stirs from dreams barely three feet under "Victoria, I come to claim my prize Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs I knew the beast took second place When I looked into your eyes Your deceiving eyes Filled with lies And missed good byes And serpents hissing revelations Your deceiving eyes They tell enough Of how I fell in love With the goddess creeping deep inside you" And with the tumult up above him roaring Isaac sought her shallow grave As lightning bolted through the grim down-pouring rain He struck the hallowed earth again Having torn at the soil like a man insane Не threw his fists at the poisonous cosmos And from that pit of shame He bore the coffin from her sorry lot Neath trees whose eaves were knotted with rot Through ornate chapel doors, unlocked To splinter her sarcophagus And gaze upon her face Victoria... "Victoria, I come to claim my prize Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs Making mockery of rosaries His needs will never rival mine I recall a summer's day The sunlight bathed your penitential scars As I sat and washed the blood away Now your body stays And the coldness of your lips Eclipse Like the first true kiss of winter" Pining for the dead On the stone floor spread She was shining through her winding shroud A moon amid the mad, this son of Adam had A gift for the pretty young nun A necklace wrought of twining snakes Two gold illicit tongues He laid it at her throat Where the rope had wrung He was burning from the furnace Of his roused desire He wrested with temptation To be or unfulfilled She was undressed for ovation Her sumptuous form, the storm revealed And with his driven lust exploding Her lashes brushed his cheeks They flickered with life, her limbs enfolding Purring, licking wicked teeth "Victoria, I come to claim my prize Stealing from the convent neath the wrath of seething skies For though you greased the palm of Satan With those moonlit silver thighs You have left him just for me I see it in deceiving eyes Those deceiving eyes Filled with lies And missed good byes And serpents hissing revelations Those deceiving eyes They tell enough Of how I fell in love With the goddess re-arisen in you" |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
Forgive me Father, I have sinned
Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all flesh, end of all days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I'll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I'll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfil all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I am hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I'm won't to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I'll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan's concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
Where does the madness end?
How far down do the rungs expire In smoke and burning heat? In depravity and sin? In her shocking retinue I saw the worst Desire run amok amongst you And in her boudoir too The endless nights embedded In her beautiful cocoon Turning black and blue and jaded Kneelin at her feet My heart atrophied at her ravishing form The ultimate test Her cult obsessed With this body of the Goddess reborn When she first laid me to rest I saw such sights of wickedness From this harlot on a pedestal This scarlet Woman scorned I glimpsed desertion, the bluster of shame The tribes of the moon. their lustre improved A morbid aversion to the limpid domain Of Eden and Adam her dark temper moved I witnessed reverie then Perverse resurgence, souls on fire Blood and seed spilt for centuries For this imperious bitch In her shocking retinue I saw the worst Desire run amok amongst you A gnawer of taboo Dread appetites were threaded Right throughout the mortal zoo Her immortality now hungered I remember, in Thebes Enthroned with cat-skinned girls Her long dark hair braided with pearls A red gown split revealed her thighs As full lips rose to feline eyes Egyptian black outlined each lid It's clear who owned the pyramid Temptress Lilith Her beauty stirred me more than words Could ever paint, her bible hurt Tempered Lilith Hissing in the dark Pissing on my heart I was missing every part of Victoria Victoria I found them hypnotic, the years of display Of court life and parties, political bite Narcotic, erotic, her bleary soirees Left daylight a dream in the scheme of the night The scheme of the night But I grew uneasy, she wanted the earth For now she was spinning her sins Breeding fell children and hiding her worth Before the new orders disorder begins Feeding from the weak Savaged on their feet by her ravaging lust Evening-dressed This young Countess Led lovers astray under cover of dusk When she took them to her breast They passed last rites, deliciousness Swept into their every pore This matriarch of darkness bored Harlot on a pedestal The night orchestral Harlot on a pedestal Never vestal... |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
Church bells resounded like judgement day
As they were making love In the rainswept graveyard She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame A monsoon Tigress set upon prey Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound Drawing him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Mortal kind, a morbid wine For this dark moon goddess And freed to stretch her claws This beautiful whore Would be brutally honest Tortuous one, taboos undone A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves And a thickening mist, a seductress Leading lovesick hearts astray Lilith In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke At the height of the storm, the chaos they'd smote Burning behind her in arabesque smoke Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes Possessed a regal bearing Of omnipotent power From wet lips to her smouldering thighs Her beauty perfected and her will agonised Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more the master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate With dread single purpose Her mind told him stay She strode through the fire Desire aflame She murdered the nuns In such horrible ways... Lilith Immaculate "That night we lay entwined on hay Inside a soldier's barn Her panting breath an opiate As in her bolder grasp I caught the scent of desert sands The Holy lands, the fall of reason But only when I smelt the blood Did I fear her colder hand" "I am darkness, I am sin The Queen of lust invited in Reborn at last to cast my Fecund shadow on this world, You shall worship me, enslaved For many lovers shall I crave And in return, I'll gladly pave Your psycho path with pearls For I have been grating And waiting so long to find The most perfect hostess close to me Whose thin-ice troubled mind Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror To slip right through in time When at last I wore Harmonia's necklace The cursed twin serpents mine" Tortuous one, debauchery won The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss The advance of her throne from afar This English rose with traits of those Who graced the harems of the East Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns And scarlet hems to wasted priests Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate This delectable reaper Her eyes were profound They drew him in deeper Until he was drowned Hurled on the shore Of the world underground... Lilith Immaculate Fall for the love of me Crawl for the love of me Drool for the love of my virulent sway I grow more master the faster the days Lilith Immaculate The flutes and sweet wine Of her voice anodyne Her power was growing Every hour malign The truth, Lilith's kingdom Drew closer with time |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
The Feast of Fools, 1308
As January slipped into the grip of winter A leather leash tightened round the throat of fate Amidst the flock, disease and dementia Night was blighted more than ever before With screams of lust and obscene adventure And scenes of raw debauch The darkness was aroused with every kiss And all who fell under it's spell Were one foul step from the abyss One foul step from the abyss Sacred village there in All Hallows Fair Feared the templars and their Queen For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare When she steered their tempestuous Fever-dreams The beast was loose and beauty party To the horrors of this sonorous whore A seducer, Medusa A frozen Hecate cloned Stealing seed, here needs were like a cancer Growing stronger with each whimpering dog Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers Called from desert sands to this land of opportunity The darkness was aroused with every kiss And all who fell under its spell Were one foul step from the abyss One foul step from the abyss Love was drugged by a copious vendor A train of servants for here decadent games Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour Vain Lilith spread her wings again Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation Lit the towers, their very presence declared They watch with lust, despair and veneration For the Goddess scatted naked there The painted eye of the storm Plagues of sin, played to win All hearts and souls in thrall To her embraced, her fatal whims Desire meant to conquer all Until that fateful day, 1308 With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate Facing winter gray to disintegrate Once noble halls The villagers in a belligerent horde Fraught daughters fanning flames Rose like pillars for their militant Lord Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins They assailed the fort beyond the woods As the howling broke on the stroke of midnight Many lost their sanity at what they fought Amidst those walls, creed of dementia Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge Put to the sword, freed from their calenture The great estate was given straight to the church Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead But that she drank the blood of many men That dark night it was said |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
She slept in ecstasy
In hands that fanned her wildest fantasies Freed from Christ's frigid regime And rigid nails... She was first in church To lick her lips and self-debased Each waking second felt like heaven In the scarlet One's embrace And at last, clear memories, aghast Relinquished their control All things held dear to the wretched past Coalesced within her soul Madness crept into her sight Though her sinful hair Spoke of nothing to the contrary Once dulled eyes leaped alive with life Her piece of broken mirror Barely recognised The worm was turning For her sat grinning Victoria Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardour of his crows Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At the Retreat of the Sacred Heart She stepped in ecstasy Neath skies that plied her wildest fantasies Freed into love's reacquainted dream And sudden gales... Night grew sultry late September A man came from the village Through the woods To help with harvest She was burning like the fields All her vows lay unfulfilled His name was Isaac, silent, blessed A mute whose tongue impressed her lately But now red skies darken The roonks lament Windswept maelstroms harken The approach of Lilith's Nightmare kingdom The woman in her astral dreams Became more vivid, livid, obscene Scatted on the throne of oayx blasphemies Emanating raw desire And the surging urge to scream Darkness crept into her face She stood erect And spook of riches and their whereabouts Finding in Isaac the need to place A hidden Templer necklace Lest the month run out For now stormed the vainglorious In her palace of mass delight Her power dawned victorious Victoria the key, her mind unfastened By flights of morbid fancy Psychomancy, rites of ancient wrong Sweet seductions, peaked cruptions Spiking through impatient song Cold cloister kept the dead apart At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart The gate to hell was forced apart At The Retreat of the Sacred Heart |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
I am She
Lilith Mistress of the dark Of Sheba First offender And succour to demons Whose sweet seductions and wicked rites Lead all too enslaved by the flesh To trespass against God's holy law And tonight I come for you Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their recking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words i speak are gates to Hell Casus belli In hoc signo vinces Veritas vos liberabit Casus belli In hoc signo vinces In aeternum, amen The scent of death is rent In this ornamental verse In ventures down the centuries Tormenting me with secrets so anathema And now the fires grate I must relate, to end this curse I'll break through spires to escape my fate Am I too late or just perverse? Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their recking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words i speak are gates to Hell So the blight begins Near the woodland of a frightened village Where the rites of unimaginable sin And the howling on the wind Chills the blood for fear of spillage Where nightfall used to be Blessed with best tranquility Its no caressed by misadventure Templars from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia They came from dust and flame By the Red Sea on dead shores Fleeing claims of blasphemy And bestiality Devils fed them back to us Knights of holy wars, inviting hordes Of grim infidelities In the grip of cryptic lands And desert sands They found just cause And midst their entourage Under stars They Bought relics and parts Of saints And evil left to clerics charge With Muslim plunder they built their sect To the composite Baphomet An androgynous sphinx, open, erect Universal in its closet display Spawn of Lilith and Samael First offender and the snake In thrall like pawns beneath its spell The templars grew to astute surrender Sabbatical, fanatical They Adorned its monstrous bur Whit a kings ransom of Easter jewels The embodiment of beast and lust Many moons the proved the boom Of immutable beautiful Darkness ever-afters Then one eve when the ancient trees Outside, drew back, unnerved The pleas form those impatient teased Something from the black beyond of nowhere A stunning woman, summoned Comming scimitar-curved Statuesque, but living flesh Draping nakedness about their pagan saviours She came Lilith, a perfect myth The scarlet whore Skinned in magnificence In her defense She only slew a few of theme Born of a sacrifice, a virgins price For the merging with a Goddess She prowled the world again Enslaving man With the surging of her bodice Midnight strikes, the candles sputter Muttering their recking spells I snuff their tongues, my heart a-flutter These words i speak are gates to Hell Casus belli In hoc signo vinces Veritas vos liberabit Casus belli In hoc signo vinces In aeternum, amen |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
The world was her cloister, The Abbess Duboir
In the convent at All Hallows Fair A pearl in an oyster she shone like a star Augmenting her Sisterhoods prayers Her singing touched angels and melted Their hearts Her choirs inspired the search Fot the lost Holy Grail, the Benedict Arts And the best of the Catholic Church But if one thing One precious little thing Would darken this facade There would be such consequences Like the night Sister Victoria Stepped in from the freezing cold No candles would light at Evening Mass The days passed by without a sigh But dusk came thick with dread Intangible, the air was full Of wanderlust and approaching bloodshed In truth, the Abbess with her pious whims Enjoyed the new girls pain Proof to the rest that the briars of sin Entangled all the world in Satan's name Victoria Varco, once an heiress To a proud noble estate Fell pregnant by her recklessness Who then fell foul to a violent fate Such was her crime in expediant times And the shame of besmirching her name Her child was burnt, she was dragged to these walls For a life in obedient chains But not one thing One precious little thing Would darken this facade Like the night Sister Victoria Woke screaming in her room She spent a week spiralling from heaven And as the seasons wheezed and pined Her dreams grew more preverse For no good reason she would find An alluring women naked save for jewels and verse When her eyelids closed, on a moonlit shore This intoxicating beauty would appear The sweetest symphony composed Those abating lips rose To whisper dirty ecrets in her ear Clandestine Secrets A dream within a dream She finds herself this nymph Abreast a desert dune And below the cresent moon Atop a darksome stranger Ah, the spurting of his seed inside her triggers paridise She rides the beast until the heavens tremble Forcing eclipse, her lover licks her blood that drips down upon the sand And almost out of hand Coarse plots assemble For somewhere in the convent walls A Templar treasure rests Forgotton to the vestibules Like pleasures of the flesh So in return for nightly runs Past tongues and wisdoms hiss She promised to assist the hunt For and ancient golden chain amiss. |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
At the very start
There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart And on the autumn air The scent of bonfires everywhere And a fell wind stirred the leaves... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Little Miss Demeanour in the demons bed Gasps she just could not suppress After lights-out midst the dead And a past on which sin cast its darts of wickedness Time was running faster for disaster Strange nights were burning In the furnace of her dreams A name was uttered, Lilith Mistress, playmate, master Such sights were stolen in the throes of ecstasy And in the thick of all In the Black Goddess's thrall With the wood unseen for trees Victoria stood tall Promiscuous in step The Devil breathing down her neck As jealous zealots stitched apiece... The persecution song Telltale signs of possession Fickle Miss Demeanour hissed and disappeared To her Sisters of the cloth She now reeked of Astaroth Again the curse had surfaced Sneaking back the pagan years Weaving webs of great revealing Hidden in the convent An evil libido abided, undone Breathing, deceiving Feasting on her deviant feelings She'd clung to her crucifix Once her torturers begun Her screams came quick The miserichord Den to vice and screw That had reddened many tongues Wrung symphonies Of suffering from her Many moons hardened pure hearts Those plagued by her black arts Their rooms secreting phantom orgies Vile rites and rifled graves Mere hours, now towered Above this bent and beaten flower Her naked body privy to The Abbess and her ways Victoria fought No guilt was wrought Just a torrid retort of blasphemies Nails and crosses vomited forth From this pretty little whore now arched like Hell Arched like Hell At the very start There were whispers in the dark And for all the world to see There was witchcraft at its heart But then the end grew nigh A dirge inferno filled the sky In its customary key... The persecution song Telltale signs of obsession No wailing banshee would dishonour their name Nuns dragged her to the blasted oak Storm-clouds threatened holy smoke They hanged her there like Judas With the Hellcat in her reined Time was running faster for disaster Exorcism, torture, gallows Now a shallow grave A name was stuttered, Isaac Tongue-tied, simple, bastard They made him dig the pit Mindless of what it claimed |
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from Cradle Of Filth 9집 - Darkly, Darkly, Venus Aversa (2010)
Poets racking absinthed brains
Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged to me In throes of passions grip Indulging latent fantasies That ran forked tongues along the lip Of fate's pudenda The twisted snake's agenda Now the world would bend To her deadly legacy Life's graveyard was waiting, such dizzying flight From the convent at All Hallows Fair Without contemplating, we fled through the night Too blood-drunk and cunt-sated to care The Goddess had spoken And woken desire It crackled in the air around us A psychic force shimmering like fire And on her breasts. that old necklace The one I snuck from the fucked Abbess Whose dirty little secret, other than me Now shone with bold intensity Vast the power it possessed The darkness Brought to living flesh This treasure was ancient, taken by force From an elite caste of priests in Delphi The Templars were patient, they stayed out the course Then fleeced their Greek hosts in their sleep That necklace traversed Vile murders and miles worse But what was a curse To this perverse demoness? Legend swore it was a gift of malice For the maiden Harmonia The illegitimate spawn of love arid war Jealousy made it gleam for her For with it clasped, her looking glass Was ever beautiful and young But disaster choked her royal caste And every throat on which it hung There madness, death and horror clung Immortalised in mortal guise She was a sight for blighted eyes A plague to gladly plagiarise And spread like red excited kisses She was more than me More than wards Could fulfil in the parlance of the angels She cast a spell on every cell In my nobody She gave me back my tongue That she might run it on herself She was Lilith. she was light I was but a parasite Beckoned to temptation In her velvet overtones Through frozen antics, dressed in white She led me into paradise Neath comets in ovation Like the Queen of winter, throned... Pleasures archetypal Then much rarer agonies I was a sworn disciple Of her whims and dark decrees In Europe's hair Her spies were everywhere A sylph amongst the filthy rich and debonair Her greater plan All chaos and the all of man For as she fed dark appetites She bred her children there The spawn of love and war Presiding over Hellfire clubs Arch-masons and Agharta The spawn of love and war She rode the beast. her legs apart A blazing pyre starter Life's playground elated, such dizzying sights And sensations ignited her grin As slaves celebrated her Satanic rites We climbed up to heaven in sin She came to me As she will come to You Intoxicating in her seduction Her siren sway. devastating voodoo Persistent, resistance is useless, fool To this Goddess, in lust she's cruel Beyond any measure, her pleasures will found A perverted Eden on sacred ground Vast the power I caressed The darkness brought to vivid flesh And in it she now rules a cowered universe |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Forgive Me (I Have Sinned) [single] (2010)
Forgive me Father, I have sinned
Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone Storm clouds roll out overhead Above their master End of all flesh, end of all days Love predicts disaster In her precious ways I was burned, a sacerdotal soul By the Demon Queen of my dreams Infatuation turned to total control Her rose was sweet But her thorns were barbarous "Love me And worship me I'll lavish you and ravish you Fulfil all wishes and fetishes too Many never want to see Many never want to know The truth behind their fantasies Their deepest needs Let alone be shown them" Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone Nothing left to do but run Sodom rolls out modern death On casters ever faster End of all Flesh, End of all Days The stars predict disaster In her bastard ways "Love me And worship me I'll nurture you and hurt you too Fulfil all wishes for my sad Aladdin" She comes to me Like a sandstorm in an hourglass A whirlwind of desire I am hypnotised To think beyond the pale Beyond heart-stopping eyes And sopping thighs I'm won't to fail A wicked spell cast over me Addicted to her utterly Despite the horrors that gestate Beneath the beautiful "I'll grant you life beyond your ken The envy of all other men Whatever vice will make you spend Eternity with me" Satan's concubine She makes her crime scenes shine from heaven Forgive me Father, I have sinned Darkness put her meaty claws in me again Her vision drowns like service wine Whispered kisses so divine I was blessed but now I've come undone |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh A necrotic cattle brand The hissing downfall pentagram Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned But no Passover is planned A great renewal growls at hand And only when they′re running Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We raise the stakes To silhouette the impaled Crowds... Within this kissed disembowel arena A broken seal on an ancient curse Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach With lightning reach and genocidal thirst Mountains of archaos theories In collision as at planetary dawn Apocalypse′s razorbacks Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house Wherein spirits breathe out Halitosis of the soul From a recking abscess Plague of far righteousness All fates hang in the balance Mocking crucified dolls An inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned To burning effigies of our enemies well So begins the sibilant world Death knell... When a corpse wind howls And awakes from drowse The scheming dead freed Of gossamer shrouds We gorgonise eyes Of the storm aroused Red... Blinding time All lines dine on this instance A melting spool of beggar, negative frames The skies teem alive, to watch die Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves... Cthulhu dawn |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Inspired to mortal nightmare
Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a bitter Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that "god"? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre "neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Iniquitous
I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lust I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of Christ Evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind (Purge) Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious as her winds Stirring silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another As yes undone" (Surge) Desert claims Eden And Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast Before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow Forgotten ones enter as above, so below The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation (Purity) Overthrown Darkness In raven feathered dress Sides with Death at chess Their pawns are many and the enemy Powerless When the miscreants fell dead She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night And the bestial floor shook with terrible life I rise before thee Queen To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath Satanic Tyranny |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Through acrid clouds of summer flies
The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrefied Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled Towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch 'neath her veil Reclamation, our time has come Our time has come Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end We are what we are, what we shall be, again Again Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others Summer's dying |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Eleven Burial Masses [live] (2010)
Black candles dance to an overture
But I am drawn past their flickering lure To the breathing forest that surrounds the room Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life From chaos born out of love and the scythe The forest beckons with her nocturnal call To pull me close amid the baying of wolves Where the bindings of Christ are downtrodden with scorn In the dank, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death A monument to the trapping of breath As restriction is bled from the veins in my neck To drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze To learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will The forest whispers my name The forest whispers my name Make some more fucking noise Nottingham I walk the path To the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul As the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me my pale enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked Dark fairy-tales in Phallestein Symbols and signs to know us by Is re-invoked In Phallestein The principle of evil Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a magickal aeon I stand enthralled In the whispering forest Yeah What a fucking crap way to spend an Easter weekend This is entitled |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
I have told you the truth And everything as it happened All the evil that I could do has been accomplished I am redeemable, and I believe the clemencies of God And suffrages of the holy church Have succored me with much mercy I have only ever wished to satisfy my desires |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
'Something thicker than despair
Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais' Under August swelter After banquet and soiree When spiced wine and song Have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula Hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires That will ashen the remains Darkness incarnate Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep dream of the goat That dark eclectic harbinger of doom Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over bitter truth The stairs ran helterskelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse They sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces Of those murdered out in force Darkness incarnate Fleeing ghosts so indisposed To his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, a carnal wind opposed To those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew painted sails over naked truth Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities Semen drip from every bough As if he rooted Nature like a whore Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The mocking orifices and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune [Gilles de Rais:] Death is only a matter of a little pain Beneath the sallow moonlight In a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back through the castle Terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed And the sleep it preordained Exhausted, forced into the dead The creep of nightmares came again Sadness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children Some came crawling disemboweled To where he stretched out howling on all fours Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him, 'Herod, you'll regret...' 'Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?' [Gilles:] Oh my dearest angels Go pray to God for me |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
This is the moment I go to God Burning like derision on the prism of night Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites Meant to overpower and bedizen his light He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite The moon was black Devil may care Three times he'd glared before his judges Darkening there With a Wormwood mind And a gullet of poison Asked He thought the court a farce His tongue as sharp as glass A bastard to the last This truth assassin... ..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast Flexing vexation at clerics aghast In uproar he caused the cross to be masked And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died The curse even clearer on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise From Heaven's shores poured to the sore divide The moon was black Devil may care Their thunder sundered all his veils Thickening there His belligerent pulse To a sickening crawl Yes He'd fostered wickedness Fed vipers at his breast Inflicted death's caress So now to suffer... He'd burn, discern That his second turn Would last for eternity In reckoning flames That night his plight marched in demented parades O'er a rainbow of black magic scars The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades Deep in the sleep of this heretic, barred The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved His epiphany struggled to come But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun All fears were smeared When Joan had appeared In a shower of tears Last vestige of innocence Yearning for her vision of divinity Of her miracles and dreamt lyrical deeds He would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissed And together they'd climb to God, entwined in bliss Devil may care He awed the court with a sworn confession Quickening there His radiant death And acute renewal Thus The end was glorious He went like Jesus trussed To shadow and to dust At the stroke of seven And With thieves at both his hands The Reaper of these lands Wept with holy plans As he choked to heaven |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
"So potent was the star under which I was born, that I have done what no one in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus save but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
(Gilles de Rais:)
"When light no longer rose to kiss me I swore to tear heaven asunder As flights of fallen angels wished me Godspeed on the devil's thunder" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken council with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles de Rais Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives where thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles de Rais Gilded Gilles de Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled black skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back The evening air laps thick about The moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Eclipsing violent centuries
Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames Far from fairytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat Far from fairytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door Demanding pleasures to replace Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star Far from fairytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints To appear, in person So that you may speak to us And fulfill our desires Come at my bidding And I will grant you Whatever you want, however vile And the containing of my life He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of craven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon He would have his vice All save his soul was up for sacrifice Despite their raising not a single hair Everything stank of witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake He needed answers not advice Intending to devise A lengthy train of torture for the fool Who thought a seance would suffice Or sighted, furred in dragonflies The signature of Satan on a wall Sweetest Maleficia Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks He would have his demon He would have his gold Out of control Gilles' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviors [Gilles:] So I shall conjure thee Demons of the netherworld The air was sick with trepidation Despair and desperation Then he fixed his covenant in blood Now all was rich and tapestried Fragrant wine to shitty mead His new world opened with a claret flood Time was right, this wretched night To etch the circles clear again... As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through His last attempt to grasp at God Lay blackened in a holy fog And now there were only devils to pursue Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell Of Hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed Sweetest Maleficia Sweetest Maleficia |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Awaking in a sweat
Forsaking pleasure for regret Another night of blight had slowly passed The morning skies once fresh and bright Darkened down to near twilight Once could smell the end of days were coming fast Gilles wandered as in purgatory Beyond the grave of his estate Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry Were present save projected hatred He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt From guilt and doubt, there's no way out Ten leagues beneath contempt Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret His choired chapel sighed with his laments As accusations reached a roar Investigations breached the door He put up nothing save his favours in defense The Church stirred in it's Roman lair The grease had long been spent Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there Ten leagues beneath contempt [Gilles de Rais:] Alas, I was happier in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright, and blood Than in any other pleasure Just one falter One misplaced deed And Gilles would be undone As he teetered on the verge of defeat Profaning God's altar Bursting in on evening Mass He threatened there to crucify the priest Drunk on fiery wine With the storm lashing behind He then threw this Philistine To his foulest dungeon And money owed or not The Priest released or left to rot His blatant sacrilege begot A war machine of papal Rome They came for him in mourning splendor With the blessing of the Saints His fawning grin in sweet surrender A lesson in enforced restraint He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take He thought courts bought with golden crowns Rich Bishops he could tempt But traitor's gate was sought and found Ten leagues beneath contempt Ten leagues beneath contempt |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
Oh how my rampant desire Ripped from the presence of God Now hunger like a beast For the knowledge of evil When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendors past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis Devils sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror into menaces The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais Suetonius and Ovid Filled his moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Gilles de Rais monologue:
"Her penultimate sighs Called softly on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears Lifting with truth And then, a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love" Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocent stare? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be they tense for warfare? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is calling for me? Prophecies of glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Devoted to the votive, holy standard above By command of the king of Heaven Came the death of... love Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they vilify me? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from its terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death, the death of love The righteous death of love Gilles adored her drama Her suit of pure white armor Blazed against the English in a torrent of light And as they rallied onto night A cancer fled his soul Dissolving Framed amidst the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She made him click without desire And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when they caught her breath Her words would leave a scar For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? How will you know if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee and label me pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine He swore to score the crimes Jackdaws poured on this dove Crimes he knew alone derived from minds of the blind The church unfurled for murder perched upon the death of love Framed amidst the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She claimed the sky was lit with spires And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when she fought, for breath Her words would leave a scar For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars |
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[Gilles de Rais:]
God can deny nothing to a de Rais And should he ever There is always the Devil |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Dusk descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade Played near a grave Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom Almost too soon... They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the world outside grew sodden and mauled Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Gilles sat sipping absinthe From a goblet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children, disappeared They'd listened to the winds Heard the murdered Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges Where the list of sins Grew beyond a fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch Restless with debauch Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see God's angels walk Away... Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomaniac in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near ruin in successive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Winter ice - Terminal frost
Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a bitter Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that "god"? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre "neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
차가운 감방안에서 벨이 울리기 시작할 때만을 기다리고 있지 Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time 지난 과거를 돌아보기엔 시간이 많지 않아 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows pole 왜냐하면 5시 정각에, 그들은 날 교수대로 데려갈꺼니까 The sands of time, for me are running low... 모래시계여, 날 위해 느리게 가다오... Running low... 느리게 가다오... When the priest comes to read me the last rights 신부님이 마지막 성경말씀을 읽어주러 오실때 I take a look through the bars at the last sights 난 창살을 통해 보여지는 마지막 광경을 보겠지 Of a world that has gone very wrong for me... 나에겐 매우 불공평했던 세상말야... Could it be that there's some sort of error? 뭔가 실수가 있었던가? Hard to stop the surmounting terror 덮쳐오는 공포를 극복하기가 어려워 Is it really the end or some crazy dream? 이제 정말 끝인건가 아님 엉터리같은 꿈인거야? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming 누군가 제발 나에게 이게 꿈이라고 말해줘 It's not easy to stop from screaming 비명을 지르고 싶은 걸 멈출 수가 없어 Words escape me when I try to speak... 말을 하려고 해보지만 말이 나오지 않아 Tears, they flow; but why am I crying? 눈물, 눈물은 흐르지만 내가 왜 우는거야? After all, I'm not afraid of dying 결국에는, 난 죽음을 두려워 하지 않아. Do not believe that there never is an end... 끝이란 없다는 걸 잊지 말아 As the guards bring me out to the courtyard 간수들이 날 법정에 세울때 Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you!" 누군가 강방안에서 울부짖었어, "신의 가호가 함께 하길!"이라고 If there's a god then why does he let me die? 만약 신이 있다면 왜 날 죽게 내버려 두는거지? As I walk, all my life drifts before me 걸을 때 마다, 내 모든 인생이 내 앞을 스쳐갔어 And though the end is near, I'm not sorry 그리고 종말이 가까이 왔지, 난 후회하지 않아. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away... 내 영혼을 가져가, 내 영혼은 멀리 날아갈꺼야 Mark my words, believe my soul lives on 내 말을 명심해, 내 영혼이 살아 있다는 걸 믿어 Don't worry, now that I have gone 걱정마, 지금 난 가 I've gone beyond to see the truth... 진실을 보기 위해서 가 So when you know that your time is close at hand 자, 네 시간이 네 손에 쥐어졌을때 Maybe then you'll begin to understand 아마도 넌 이해하게 될거야 Life down there is just a strange illusion... 그 아래 삶이란 단지 이상한 환상일 뿐인 것을... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There's no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There's seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole The Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can't be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you'll live your last Warriors from Hell's Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There's no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Then hated and grief and the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting The sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their o′er vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers" If thou wouldst drink of my life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and damned A rent lament barely flung above a whisper Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of Man I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor A kindred spirit in a graveyard Beneath the stature of a colder saviour Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast Like a come dream true under etched glass spent Making love to the beautiful dead She has sinned and severed Heaven And in it's vulgar sight Two figures writhe, but one silhouette Extends it's fingers to the light Gothic towers tottered on her heels As she fled asylum grounds Committing hard crimes to soft cells Where now another's screams resound From the gaspings in her passing Six feet under or beneath frayed gown When Her hands pointed to midnight In a white stained chamber bound I swept her from the abyss of another dementia Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate To take the reins of pleasure Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs Ballrooms filled with black cat's scratch Out of spite and playful eyes Pricked as a Witch her stitches itch For familiar lips to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks The sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return Is a vengefull call on grace For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts A leap of twisted fate betrayed The scars will last until the stars Caught in her train bewitched Fall into line and yeild the sign That dawn in born to their eclipse For our inhumankind Comes an underdog day sunrise Rippling with fire like femalediction Wind amidst the flame I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard I wished her back but the dead adored her Even wild winds sang in chora for her Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore We'd be together more Creation froze with the triumph of Death But still she stirred and awoke bereft Of concern save for the aeons left To lead the darkness She schemes of growing power And the lengths sucked hard to get it I dream of being God but ever living to regret it Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for The Devil on her knees To grant her lows a remedy And mine desire's wish To taste thereof of Heaven's scent As sick and twisted as it is For her corset laced with arsenic Hides snake curves within her midst Whilst her halo of white lies supplies Her temple to what God forbids |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Behind the scene of destiny
I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bathe in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power ask why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bathe in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals of thousand deeds congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with 'em master Mighty prophets stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed, curse 'em! Sucking you giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don't fear any god will deny you for this Bathe in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With her scent on my breath But then all to soon Came the hunger for flesh I held her in eyes like necropoli Laying her on a tomb with a view Lighting her from her feet To the stars in her hair Drove sweet blood to her throat And my lips parted there In the tone of splintered bone She screams benighted My limbs ignite A carnal carnivore On all fours to go An ebon Nemesis From torture gardens of Dis Having never breathed an Eve As far narcotic as this Two spellbound hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing Heaven out of focus Under quicksilver clouds God is maimed come let us prey To lunar deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte To cast our feral shadows there We made love bleed on a deathbed shared Where, begging me to feed To best be were I licked her wounds and ate her rare Argentinum-spurred Her wanton words incurred A sin-ridden tongue To open trading in fur Never were those gates of pearl So rubbed to their cusp Never were the Worlds above So bitten with the bestial Seraphim fell like guillotines Giving gracious head Instead of harking prophecies And how our brothers sang Amor E Morte Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting napes To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Unfasten thy masque Come skyclad to my arms Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen The chill keen of stars Over yew and deep wooded ravines A hidden meridian Where Midian may be In black antlered glades Encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name I buck under flames Animal nitrates Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore New lusts eclipsing lips That brought me to this verge of War With inner beasts unleashed To feast, fuck and run Rampart in chase of she wolf pacts Forged on heat with setting suns I love the night It would murder my soul Should I ever fall blind For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind The stampede of clouds From dusk's predatory sky Purple-versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to my Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist Dressed for the sepulchre My Demon bride God is maimed come let us prey To Lunar Deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte Ours was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting nape To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Amor E Morte More...More...More More...More...More Amor...Amor Amor E Morte Amor (Amor) Amor (Amor) Amor E Morte |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
Part I. Benighted Like Usher
Snuffed tapers sighed As Death left impressing His crest of cold tears on the Countess Benighted like ill-fated Usher The House of Bathory shrouded 'Neath grief's dark facade If only I could have wept In mourning by Her side I would have clasped Her so tight Like storm-beached Aphrodite Drowned on Kytherean tides And Kissed Her For from Her alone My lips would have known Enigmas of shadowy vistas Where pleasures took flesh And pain, remorseless Came freezing the breath Of raucous life hushed unto whispers Benighted. Inhaling the pale waning moonlight that crept Through the crypt of Her Lord who so lucidly slept Benighted. Exhaling the wail of black widowhood's toll Waxing eternal night entered Her soul Part II. A Murder of Ravens in Fugue Now haranguing grey skies With revenge upon life Gnathic and Sapphic Needs begged gendercide Delusions of Grandier denounced the revolt Of descrying cursed glass, disenchanted in vaults Encircled by glyphs midst Her sin-sistered cult With hangman's abandon She plied spiritworlds To Archangels in bondage From light to night hurled Cast down to the earth where torment would unfurl....... But soon, Her tarot proved Hybrid rumours spread like tumours Would accrue And blight Her stars However scarred To better bitter truths Of cold bloodbaths As bodies rose In rigid droves To haunt Her from their Shallow burials imposed When wolves exhumed Their carthen wombs Where heavy frosts had laboured long To bare their wounds To the depths of Her soul they pursued Wielding their poison they flew Like a murder of ravens in fugue And knowing their raptures Would shatter Her dreams She clawed blackened books for damnation's reprieve Baneful cawed canons on amassed enemies So Hallow's Eve As She received Like Bellona to the ball Those enemies Fell-sisters heaved Her torturies Cross stained flagstones To Her carriage reined to flee But She knew She must brave the night through Though fear crept a deathshead o'er the moon Like a murder of ravens in Fugue For each masked, jewelled gaze held dread purpose Horror froze painted eyes to cold stares And even Her dance In the vast mirrors cast Looked the ill of Her future If fate feasted there.... Part III. Eyes That Witnessed Madness In an age crucified by the nails of faith When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned Her life whispered grief like a funeral march Twisted and yearning, obsessed an entranced With those succumbing to cruelty Crushed 'neath the gait of Her dance A whirlwind of fire that swept through the briers Of sweet rose Her thickets of black thorn had grasped... She demanded the Heavens and forever to glean The elixir of Youth from the pure Whilst Her lesbian fantasies Reamed to extremes O'er decades unleashed Came for blood's silken cure But Her reign ended swiftly For Dark Gods dreamt too deep To heed Her pleas When Her gaolers were assailed With condemnations from a priest Who'd stammered rites In the dead of night For maidens staining winding sheets And She postured proud When Her crimes were trowelled And jezebelled to peasant lips Though She smelt the fires That licked limbs higher To the tortured cunts of accomplices So ends this twisted fable's worth And though spared the pyre's bite By dint of nobled bloodlined birth Her sins (crimes) garnered Her no respite Forever severed from the thrill of coming night Where slow Death alone could grant Her flight "The Spirits have all but fled judgement I rot, alone, insane, Where the forest whispers puce laments for me From amidst the pine and wreathed wolfsbane Beyond these walls, wherein condemned To the gloom of an austere tomb I pace with feral madness sent Through the pale beams of a guiltless moon Who, bereft of necrologies, thus Commands creation over the earth Whilst I resign my lips to death A slow cold kiss that chides rebirth Though one last wish is bequathed by fate My beauty shalt wilt, unseen Save for twin black eyes that shalt come to take My soul to peace or Hell for company" (To peace or hell for company) My soul to Hell for company |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
Death, spirit me away
My anguished soul doth strain Oh taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I still remain Like a proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund′rous heart Else, rend it′s knots apart So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o′er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns In scarlet, like velvet worn About the clouded moon Who wanes in solitude... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That lurks beneath marbled stone What black witchcarft Shalt prise thee from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will wend it′s way with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of dakness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me..." Twilight Through pagan city gates Bred shadows play like twining snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes... Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith′s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice Vittue births a demon Pandora′s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged lilith born for want on Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine The skies, they darken And the oceans part Storm forth indignant Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feasting at my banquet Of Saturnalia I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonley Diana "For thee Endymion I forsake the cerements of this star-fling tomb" Be-with-us come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire′s menstrual stain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is exile And the Israelites enslaved to shame Midnight Jerisalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial wall crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon The centuries of wait have all but gone Behold dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on Now worship Everything |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh A necrotic cattle brand The hissing downfall pentagram Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned But no Passover is planned A great renewal growls at hand And only when they′re running Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We raise the stakes To silhouette the impaled Crowds... Within this kissed disembowel arena A broken seal on an ancient curse Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach With lightning reach and genocidal thirst Mountains of archaos theories In collision as at planetary dawn Apocalypse′s razorbacks Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house Wherein spirits breathe out Halitosis of the soul From a recking abscess Plague of far righteousness All fates hang in the balance Mocking crucified dolls An inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned To burning effigies of our enemies well So begins the sibilant world Death knell... When a corpse wind howls And awakes from drowse The scheming dead freed Of gossamer shrouds We gorgonise eyes Of the storm aroused Red... Blinding time All lines dine on this instance A melting spool of beggar, negative frames The skies teem alive, to watch die Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves... Cthulhu dawn |
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Winter ice - Terminal frost
Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning Even if they′re madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls That fear the living′s toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today′s inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno Where even Virgil averts His eyes From the black mass mutual gang rape Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates To a world bloodlet to shades Where Seraphim (Falling on deaf ears) bleat Of their cold and coming Master′s race In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon Chimiracles will hatch like plots To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust! Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want He betrayed us with white lies His acrid pall as of the tomb Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos Folding to far graver arms A downfall fatal to all resounds As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings Under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning Like the robes we′ve torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest Lest We are left with nothingness Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse Then the comets that graxe nightskies Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It′s rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah′s true name is naught Chist acannot save Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps Spells of regret... Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appeitites... "We′ve woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World′s end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it′s worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty Prey to phallus seas That hiss and foam to douse disease A storm roars on the way Blacker than the Ace of Rapes Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..." |
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Nights came trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream Hoarse her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon That had lifted her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed Taunting sick her tender prey She glided in her bridal gown How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture An emanation of phantom madness The Countess beheld in shroud By girls bereft of future vows Soon to wed in white the frosted ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of God A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of her ill-will Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure Desire in violent overture Oh, desire in violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses Pooled blood and broken dolls A torchlit shadow theatre souled With the echoed cries of lives she stole Killing time She struck the hours dead In her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge That fills the void with timbred pain To fulfill my sexual urge Frights came wailing from the dark side Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber Bespattered and appeased As pregnant skies outside bore thunder How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture Desire in violent As when high winds Attune whipped trees Her savage nature pitched Would once again conduct the pleas Of those she loved to agonies As if it were The first time every night That she carved her seal In the flesh of life |
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When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us |
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When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us |
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Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a bitter Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that "god"? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre "neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o'er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong.... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come.... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness.... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore) Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight's inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life's punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o'er the stars Ebon's graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o'er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong.... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come.... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness.... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore) Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight's inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life's punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o'er the stars Ebon's graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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끝임없이 뒤틀린 어둠과.... 퇴폐적인 아름다움... 데스메탈로 시작해서... 심포닉 블랙을 거치고... 지금은 고딕(?)메탈을 하고 잇는...밴드이신... 크래들 오브 필쓰 최고의 명반 2집.Dusk....and Her Embrace
기존의 듣던 파워메탈,헤비메탈 등과는 다른 매력이 느껴지더라구요. 개인적으로 고음 보컬이 좋다 |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
차가운 감방안에서 벨이 울리기 시작할 때만을 기다리고 있지 Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time 지난 과거를 돌아보기엔 시간이 많지 않아 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows pole 왜냐하면 5시 정각에, 그들은 날 교수대로 데려갈꺼니까 The sands of time, for me are running low... 모래시계여, 날 위해 느리게 가다오... Running low... 느리게 가다오... When the priest comes to read me the last rights 신부님이 마지막 성경말씀을 읽어주러 오실때 I take a look through the bars at the last sights 난 창살을 통해 보여지는 마지막 광경을 보겠지 Of a world that has gone very wrong for me... 나에겐 매우 불공평했던 세상말야... Could it be that there's some sort of error? 뭔가 실수가 있었던가? Hard to stop the surmounting terror 덮쳐오는 공포를 극복하기가 어려워 Is it really the end or some crazy dream? 이제 정말 끝인건가 아님 엉터리같은 꿈인거야? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming 누군가 제발 나에게 이게 꿈이라고 말해줘 It's not easy to stop from screaming 비명을 지르고 싶은 걸 멈출 수가 없어 Words escape me when I try to speak... 말을 하려고 해보지만 말이 나오지 않아 Tears, they flow; but why am I crying? 눈물, 눈물은 흐르지만 내가 왜 우는거야? After all, I'm not afraid of dying 결국에는, 난 죽음을 두려워 하지 않아. Do not believe that there never is an end... 끝이란 없다는 걸 잊지 말아 As the guards bring me out to the courtyard 간수들이 날 법정에 세울때 Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you!" 누군가 강방안에서 울부짖었어, "신의 가호가 함께 하길!"이라고 If there's a god then why does he let me die? 만약 신이 있다면 왜 날 죽게 내버려 두는거지? As I walk, all my life drifts before me 걸을 때 마다, 내 모든 인생이 내 앞을 스쳐갔어 And though the end is near, I'm not sorry 그리고 종말이 가까이 왔지, 난 후회하지 않아. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away... 내 영혼을 가져가, 내 영혼은 멀리 날아갈꺼야 Mark my words, believe my soul lives on 내 말을 명심해, 내 영혼이 살아 있다는 걸 믿어 Don't worry, now that I have gone 걱정마, 지금 난 가 I've gone beyond to see the truth... 진실을 보기 위해서 가 So when you know that your time is close at hand 자, 네 시간이 네 손에 쥐어졌을때 Maybe then you'll begin to understand 아마도 넌 이해하게 될거야 Life down there is just a strange illusion... 그 아래 삶이란 단지 이상한 환상일 뿐인 것을... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings These are the shores whereto my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream >From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud, audacious King mantled in the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp Of the naiad neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death′s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshees song Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon Bury me in velvet dream Lest I unduly wake And seek to reconcile my thirst With the cowardly tailors of my fate Unleash mastiffs of snarling night To overthrow, plague and burn As slumber lures me ′mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds |
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Rise, ablaze, libidinous
Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat >From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel′s ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it′s knees (Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone >From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet′s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape" >From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There's no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There's seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole The Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can't be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you'll live your last Warriors from Hell's Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There's no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Limited Edition (2007)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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