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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Spells lay daggers before me
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain the tumour grows until the enemy is slain Slightless storm knee-deep in hate I seeth my purpose here has woken to breath Total war on the brethren of Men millions regardless dying by my hand A Black Age Of Fire brief in its vicious eloquence removing the dross love will arise from the ashes of your loss Then and only then will the pleasure of Eden be mine and the sinews of life itself will be tied in the very veins of my bloodline And their tears taste like wine... I will rule as a king and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem the lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light the darkness serves will to snuff out human life that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill without scruple or silent regret in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain tiny red miracles falling like...rain The incessant pall of death surrounds me but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed there will be no dread thereafter the mysteries I reveal unto thee I stir the hearts of the wisest by the fools I will always be feared my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... on the pale reflection of dawn Devour The Sun "The Great Man of his time is He who expresses the Will of his time; who tells his time what it wills; and who carries it out" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
May dreams be brought that I might reach...
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kisses catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent To a tainted world and the painted girls That our fantasies spent Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams A toast to those most sacrilegious of days Where for every whim won One soon repays We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned We have spent our time Drenched in opulent splendour But when midnight chimes Will gilded souls surrender? Let us drink on the giddying brink Of pools of excrement All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent I remember the night as if it were engraved A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves To the shore from the moon and by her grace Came that erudite stranger That fucker He was a predator, creditor cold Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll And all that glittered was not gold But we wanted everything And for it all, lost our souls Come my friend, to fate let's raise Two finger shots at this our last soiree For tomorrow I fear Swoops all too deadly near This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned He was a preditor, creditor, cold. Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered, was not gold. But we wanted everything, And for it all, lost our souls. Our souls For it all lost our souls Our souls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
All hope in eclipse
A thousand nights one succored me In the shadow of miss anne thropy- Sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame A cruel tongue at work in her secret vaults Sent rebellion's embers into revolt The coming of extinction Synched to whimpers of my name... Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity An acid reign to purify the world The asp at pharoah's breast The atom split under duress A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl My heart, torn apart, left a rifled grave... Save for an unfurled flag of hate To enthrall a mindless zombie race All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse Black bibles I inscribed, The words "damnation throughout design" Seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie For as hope was felled by reason Forlorn became the season And death was swift to swallow on the heels of life Loered souls, growing cold, tendered easy prey When heaven's flock, a fair game, dropped I bored of war with god with greater thrones to Claim... All heil, all heil, all heil the libertine's wish All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse (There was not a prayer left in this wretched world) Then between the past and the ravening dark A sly messiah came In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed She stole the soul hate had sold away An ancient chill blew down the centuries That night atonement's eyes Lit a burning man in me When love lay bleeding And fates safe feeding From wounds gored 'neath Those cherubic wings She of kindred light Gladly sacrificed Eternity Just to be With me As the moon who's silvered fingers play On words and dreams too cursed for day She led my hand to lands I'd not accrued Where the faun dawn bathed her golden hair And faith renewed, leapt joyous there I praised their worth, then planned their conquest Too... All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse All heil, all heil, all heil the libertine's wish All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse ... And ignorance is truly bliss |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
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 - Midian (2006)
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 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
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 - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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 - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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 - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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 - Nymphetamine (2007)
She is open wide, se isn't hard to please
She drive me fucking wild, I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She sucks me to the core (Now) I can't take no more That bitch She turns me to a beast Bestial lust (Come on) Bitch Each tendon muscle rippling, she drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll, I gasp and can't control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch) Bestial lust |
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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 - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
Born In A Burial Gown
Sibilant and macabre Wallpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge --An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest's bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe-- Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the confines Of the panther's den She watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue The restless spirit of a Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Of gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhored by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid Spawned scorned, abhored by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator's guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches it beat, sinking in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease Espied by the cross on the wall And should she awake, through embrace or mistake She would take jesus Blest foot forward and all... Sibilant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in it's arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Against the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To curse Aurora so spiteful With her stake in the coming of dawn To conjure forth the past Those heady nights of pain resplendent In the service of the Goddess of Death When her sheets ran royalty-red Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisas where the paint has run I miss our glorious past Our nightly flights of fear dependent Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine When the song bird broke her neck Wolves howl their fogbound serenades Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid Of the covenant made… Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat There is murder in the thirst Rich red vascular tapestries Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep In dreams where themes of bestiality Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep Sermons hang a black gown Over cemetery and sundown Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghost of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we've overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit As I threw her to it bled We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonid pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
The time has come to rise again
Freedom, lift thy sewage hem Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul The stars I have grasped Are so far lonely constellations And wishing on those stars My spirit bars annihilation From earthen miseries Hosts of most fell forms of greed Ghosts of pearly gate remissions Forever haunting me Slit the witch and watch him bleed As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers plied their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin for their stories The time is past to falter when Freedom slips my sombre pen And the gates to wolves break open then My feelings may seem constant prey But claws no more will rake me Those whores have fled to darker days Above and beyond I have wronged in my position But now the winds are strong To soar from Babel's vision Of cutthroat jealousies Dock to dock, these mongrels breed Dogs of fogged derision Pacing, soon to be Back to pack mentality When my killing moon is risen Trying from the start These creatures of the dark Were quaffing morning glories And dying, I depart To make their drunken hearts A coffin for their stories Innovation in ovation Imagination stirs Somewhere the dusk is lining Red the shore of a roaring sea And though loved there, someone is pining For waves of blood to run and rescue me For waves of blood to rescue me To run and run and run and run The time has come to rise again Freedom lift thy sewage hem Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul Their world will never break me They will never desecrate my soul |
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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 - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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 - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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)
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 - Midian (2006)
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 - Midian (2006)
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)
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 - 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 - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
Turn the lights down low
And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and the blood Too weak for the likes of you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
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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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
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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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 - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
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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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
I've had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door So I came into you, sweet lady Answering your mystical call Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind Give me the ring on your finger Let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn't planned I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked into those big green eyes And I wondered what I'd come there for She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind If you're out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighborhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Tryin' to win you with nymphetamine ways Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes You'd better get out of there fast She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
(Backwards)
Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The Gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold no worse Than the murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time Kissing heaven, spent He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest's deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come A savage bit without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom The storms above us hew As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues Deflowering two by two Hissing, malcontent He storms the skies on electric discharge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On the terrified face of peace Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow Our past at last has come A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn Have locked to hasten blood The moon disrobes, to harden droves Of legions pouring These rivers press, his breath adorns Senates and enemy seats Whilst his power takes as ingratitude The writhing of the weak "Wormwood my name The poisoned star that fell to earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self-rebirth Now those caves become a farret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And the Vatican satins burn |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
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)
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 - Vampire Or Dark Faerytales... (1996)
Ebony Dressed For Sunset
Unshadow thyselves children The reign in flesh begins again... V empire Funereal majesty awake Cneajna wreathed in snake Draconis talons rake... So haunted is my silent heart Dreaming only of the moon When velvet darkness falls tonight The thirst crescends anew... Only for you 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)
Inspired to mortal nightmare
Ebony dressed for sunset In the dulcet whispers of the Damned... |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R'lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland ferns Where Herne and his wild huntress lay Now the tidal are turning Spurning the darkness The great purgations of distinguished tours Are but stills in time To the thrill that I'm Once more Heading to the bedding Of her English shores The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees And mists clung tight in panic to vales When Brigantia spoke her soul to me From Imbolg to Bealtaine Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season's blent Together a chimerical beast Now the tidal are turning Churning in darkness The celebrations of extinguished wars Are but stills in time To the chill that climbs Once more Dreading the red weddings On her English shores Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest smoke And the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more One of her sons from the vast far-flung Come home to rebuild The rampant line of the Leonine Risen over pestilent fields Now the tidal are turning Burning in darkness The salvation of her hungry sword Shalt spill like wine From the hills to chines That pour Spreading her beheadings On these English shores For the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more This is a waking for England From it's reticent doze This is a waking for England Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
There hides a secret
Deeply twined inside of her mind A tried and confined egret That pines to fly south To this mouth of mine Pity Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole castellan Trusted to keep The weight of oceans From her rusted gates of sleep A dreaming angel Lying curled in the circles of Hell I must protect her Watch her back for any cracks to occur For in the witching hour She slips into the underworld A pearled Persephone Deflowered by the powers Hat around her Down her Whirl Doomed to damn the rift Across the shifting abyss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret I serve her slender hope To preserve mankind from old ghosts Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead Might be best for both Pity Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole castellan Posted to keep Slow wheels in motion From the human race to beat Without her there My nymphetamine with the faraway stare Thin walls would crumble Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs For in the dead of the night She spasms with orgasmic flare This reamed Demeter With Poseidons there inside her Too appeased to grieve our air Doomed to dam the rift Across the shifting abyss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret Forever sworn to keep it My filthy little secret She makes me borne Pity Too long this urchin princess Has incensed, made me A wanton felon Searching for the key To loose her harness And set desires lurching free Without her there My nymphetamine with the faraway stare Thin walls would crumble Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lair But in her room at night I care not for the underworld Slathering and gathering emboldened Reichs To breach, to teach A dread thereafter I would risk all this For one minute of bliss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret Forever sworn to keep it My filthy little secret I know a deeper beauty shines Beyond the veil Her roots and creepers mine As the worms beneath arise |
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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 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 - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
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)
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 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
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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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
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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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens Another coils there Where twice you sliced all hope from me And left these present scars An insane love now burns above The weft of incandescent stars Hilt your dripping fangs that range Skywards to rend apart I might have sang of wings unchained But long before I locked my heart For Gabrielle A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts Whose beauty fostered poets Whose laugh like silver belts Thawed your bitter winter from my path Gabrielle Foul snake despair Where once you peddled secrets Another spoils there With speech that sweetens drowning In deep lagoons of eyes And legs that begged apologies For lengths that mesmerised Spare your hissing sentiments For her fee welts more than thine Though no malice she weans Just a palace of dreams Where windswept chambers pine For Gabrielle Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold Her rouge lips smack of dark blood Her name in whisper rolls Forever on my tongue Lest her memory dissolve Gabrielle Oh, Gabrielle Once crucified I would have died A thousand more times Just to feel her breath On my neck as a fervent lover To drown her sighs In floods of tears so well refined And blind from spying her In the arms of others Gabrielle Gabrielle Buried inside Where she's all but mine Save for those that dine Oh her, on her perfect carcass Gabrielle Gabrielle Foul snake despair Where once you wreaked my misery Another toils there For long lost Gabrielle Whose nightly spreading grin Persists in other faces By whom I'm slowly taken in |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite's concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan's agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rend my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Peace Through Superior Firepower (2007)
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite's concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan's agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rend my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole |
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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 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 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
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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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
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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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
"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 - Midian (2006)
"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)
"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 - 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 - Thornography (2006)
The needle in the eye of the hurricane
The poison in the font The nail in the coffin of the profane I am the lot Maniacal the fire That weaves inside my should When dripping tongues of hate, envenomed, roll Like carpet bombs in vast bazaars My blood runs with the beasts Though no crescent, cross Or wandering star Shalt witness my defeat Born of jackal in the Vatican To a loathsome flock I have crept behind the drapes And a wizard there is not Just a white flag blackened by Singing weapons that have led A faith that soon dominions over Desert kingdoms of the dead I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn Tangled are the thickets That spare the virgin heart From the waking grasp of rapists in the dark Mountaineers that strive so far For a Heaven grown from reach That love herself is fabled To be missing from their peaks Save in one sole tower Where the presence of a rod Stays the sleeping beauty From the prying fingers of the mob I smell the fleur du malcontent The hellish stench Of Judas in the dozens Bouquets for greed and twisted law Handmaidens of a holy war Bring on a thousand roses more I am the thorn I am the thorn I am the Spear of Longinus The sword of Damocles Kali up in arms, a bleeding sinus The hammer of the gods in the prophet's teeth Saint Disgustus, President Evil Great white hopes of a shark-eyed people Light of the world now flicker and die Impaled in the race, in the paling face Where forked tongues pricked the skies Choking on these words as I slither to their ear A lightning strikes their blinded mains I am not the hand of god... I am the thorn Territorial thieves Ever stealing thunder for religious causes I will bring you all down to your knees And fuck you over |
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