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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
With the snow fallen thick
And bonfires alit And shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse of murmur From her precious celestial lips Be it sun to your moon Be it moon to your sun Together we promised to come With a turn of the screw And a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another undone Through the mist, through the woods With the night-wraiths I've stood Atop murderous peaks calling you On storm-lashed beachheads Where the fisherman dread The things your bewitchments accrue Those deep creatures bring Her cut diamond rings A girl with a pearl necklace her Advancing in fevers Tsunamis and myrrh Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr? She lights the skies Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean To spite her thighs That Lucifer snuck inside And with his pride Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen So paradise Could shine from out her skirts I adorn myself at dusk With ornaments to close the noose A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell My body glows with lust Anemic as the flag of truce I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell With every twist I cannot resist her Fertile female mind control This wanton witch, white rapids sister To whom I pour my wine and soul And here we go again From a copse of black yews Where the moon was drawn through Like a sword through a Gordian knot She descended to me Claiming swift victory Over the heart I had near soon forgot With every kiss this huntress whispered; Yield to my sweet embrace One night of bliss. I could not dismiss her Once her beauty shot me a darker face You mesmerize my soul Diana You mesmerize my soul |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Dusk descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade Played near a grave Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom Almost too soon... They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the world outside grew sodden and mauled Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Gilles sat sipping absinthe From a goblet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children, disappeared They'd listened to the winds Heard the murdered Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges Where the list of sins Grew beyond a fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch Restless with debauch Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see God's angels walk Away... Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomaniac in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near ruin in successive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian A long fabled Judecca A sanctuary for sin To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold The searing sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin To rival Heaven Above Eden's birth defects Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse A nightly rite of teeth and cunt For those below who rose to hunt Saw sights that preyed on me for days And in laudenum's haze I painted them all The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Crotesques and wolves in womens' skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargazers dare Ascend like prayer Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat Purient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When my Deviliverers come from fog for me Please come for me Exhuming the moon Through the bars in my room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites come to clame me from you No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict Hell Midian |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian A long fabled Judecca A sanctuary for sin To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold The searing sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin To rival Heaven Above Eden's birth defects Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse A nightly rite of teeth and cunt For those below who rose to hunt Saw sights that preyed on me for days And in laudenum's haze I painted them all The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Crotesques and wolves in womens' skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargazers dare Ascend like prayer Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat Purient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When my Deviliverers come from fog for me Please come for me Exhuming the moon Through the bars in my room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites come to clame me from you No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict Hell Midian |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
I will give to drink without cost from the springs of the water of life.
He who overcomes will inherit all this. and I will be his God and he will be my son. When contrary winds blow across the sands Their murmurs can be easily swayed But when storms quicken one cannot placate The howling of their murderous rages Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand Beside our waiting graves As war roars about out precious land Seeking cause to subjugate Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames There is no fanaticism as virile as faith To the blind his words are clear Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel! Assure your place in paradise here Winged seraphim hold love's trembling hand Beside her tiny grave I will avenge her, do or damned Her sacred mother did the same I went to see her dance one day In a play by a wailing wall Now she is gone But the song lives on Zealous and maniacal The Eastern sword must fall Tonight in flames Tonight the world will fear our names Tonight in flames Stay my feeble heart Our deaths will be the start Of something glorious and vain Tonight in flames |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed (A tragedy crept to the name Bathory) Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In her Her walk went to voodoo To see her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord I must avert mine eyes to hymns For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With him undead for three long nights Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to her door Tombed her soul with such stone For she swore the priest sighed When she knelt down to atone.... She feared the light So when she fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 'Pon the grave of her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That she kissed the Devil's phallus By her own decree.... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite's grasp To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn she returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as she rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed (A tragedy crept to the name Bathory) Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In her Her walk went to voodoo To see her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord I must avert mine eyes to hymns For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With him undead for three long nights Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to her door Tombed her soul with such stone For she swore the priest sighed When she knelt down to atone.... She feared the light So when she fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 'Pon the grave of her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That she kissed the Devil's phallus By her own decree.... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite's grasp To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn she returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as she rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed (A tragedy crept to the name Bathory) Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In her Her walk went to voodoo To see her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord I must avert mine eyes to hymns For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With him undead for three long nights Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to her door Tombed her soul with such stone For she swore the priest sighed When she knelt down to atone.... She feared the light So when she fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 'Pon the grave of her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That she kissed the Devil's phallus By her own decree.... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite's grasp To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn she returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as she rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
From the primeval mass
Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved by set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again The abolition of the yeshua begins Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end Cherish the lissom wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich Anderlieb festhalten Fur immer betend auf knien Vor der finsteren Gottern I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels The liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to her names To the name of Baphomet Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved by Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and Prey of vultures and dogs |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Gilles de Rais monologue:
"Her penultimate sighs Called softly on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears Lifting with truth And then, a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love" Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocent stare? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be they tense for warfare? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is calling for me? Prophecies of glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Devoted to the votive, holy standard above By command of the king of Heaven Came the death of... love Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they vilify me? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from its terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death, the death of love The righteous death of love Gilles adored her drama Her suit of pure white armor Blazed against the English in a torrent of light And as they rallied onto night A cancer fled his soul Dissolving Framed amidst the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She made him click without desire And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when they caught her breath Her words would leave a scar For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? How will you know if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee and label me pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine He swore to score the crimes Jackdaws poured on this dove Crimes he knew alone derived from minds of the blind The church unfurled for murder perched upon the death of love Framed amidst the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She claimed the sky was lit with spires And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when she fought, for breath Her words would leave a scar For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a split canopic jar I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which drew me, for through me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurts worth I threw a party that extended God's list Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties They call me bad Mad Caliban with manner Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto Grown wild this child Whole harems defiled Faustina's and Mina's Lady Libertine and her sisters between her What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside her That mouldered, where older Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are [Ville:] The patron saint of heartache You can't see my world is falling The world is falling down The patron saint of heartache Can't see the world is falling My world is falling down [Dani and Ville:] Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster... The patron saint of heartache They call me bad Made Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so... On my grave |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
Oh how my rampant desire Ripped from the presence of God Now hunger like a beast For the knowledge of evil When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendors past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis Devils sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror into menaces The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais Suetonius and Ovid Filled his moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Awaking in a sweat
Forsaking pleasure for regret Another night of blight had slowly passed The morning skies once fresh and bright Darkened down to near twilight Once could smell the end of days were coming fast Gilles wandered as in purgatory Beyond the grave of his estate Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry Were present save projected hatred He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt From guilt and doubt, there's no way out Ten leagues beneath contempt Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret His choired chapel sighed with his laments As accusations reached a roar Investigations breached the door He put up nothing save his favours in defense The Church stirred in it's Roman lair The grease had long been spent Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there Ten leagues beneath contempt [Gilles de Rais:] Alas, I was happier in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright, and blood Than in any other pleasure Just one falter One misplaced deed And Gilles would be undone As he teetered on the verge of defeat Profaning God's altar Bursting in on evening Mass He threatened there to crucify the priest Drunk on fiery wine With the storm lashing behind He then threw this Philistine To his foulest dungeon And money owed or not The Priest released or left to rot His blatant sacrilege begot A war machine of papal Rome They came for him in mourning splendor With the blessing of the Saints His fawning grin in sweet surrender A lesson in enforced restraint He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take He thought courts bought with golden crowns Rich Bishops he could tempt But traitor's gate was sought and found Ten leagues beneath contempt Ten leagues beneath contempt |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
I've never been closer
I've tried to understand That certain feeling Carved by another's hand But it's too late to hesitate We can't keep on living like this Leave no track Don't look back All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation Trouble is coming Temptation It's just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you'd better believe it You've got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let's head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can't break away Leave no trace Hide your face All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you'd better believe it Step by step Day by day Every second counts I can't break away Keep us from temptation [x3] Lead us not in temptation All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation And you can take it or leave it Temptation But you'd better believe it Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can't break away Keep us from Temptation [x3] Lead us not in Temptation Trying to find it Temptation You've got to get up behind it Temptation Put your dime in the hot slot Temptation But it's a million to one shot Temptation You think that you're right Temptation Your gonna face it tonight now Temptation Give me a breakdown Temptation Because it's time for a shakedown Temptation [x16] |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod′s given Reich Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight And Hell knows we sought victory Chancing the leash But when bad die were cast We were cast down to die A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies have crawled, vilified Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives For eternity is a coprophagic Backward figure head Gorging on Her own bitter end And We have eaten shit Until we′re close to addicts Now grime is running out For us to make amends To retake what once was lost To exalt our throne above the stars of God "To throw our fuck into gates and guts Of a severed neverland Where we, the damned Once pleasured ran Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be crossed To exalt our throne above the stars of God The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... Throwing shades of war before like prophecy Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep ...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken And when sultry Dusk disrobes they′ll learn She is not a natural blonde For the lower She goes the darker it grows An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan Screams congeal in clotted pearl As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra As lighting streaks with fire Black clouds that shroud the Earth Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories But now the Sun is loath to come The crescent moon is freed... Elated Satan The scimitar slash to the undergash Of Heaven too slight for penetration We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt Like a convent where crosses rust From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun There where deeper needs are begged of lust And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger And Death′s tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams Feasting from throats of celestial theives And God knows we seek victory Now that we are unleashed To drive nails home of blind faith through those Who drove us from error to terror below Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies Tarred with red honey, the plaster Of many a spire that aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The World was our cloister No prayer, bent in shame Our once lucent plumage Stung with horn withered grey... and away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth Revenge accrued to a monolith Bursting through from our roofed abyss Like an aether greased fist Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed Our horror pours through the orifice Where once the spheres and archangels kissed Phallelujah! Fellated Satan His coming assails The Night In Gales That bewail turned tides That engulf their nation Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth In a darkened high house Overrun by disease So let the truth be wrung That the Banished Ones intent On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of their rot Now our souls exult above the stars of God |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod′s given Reich Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight And Hell knows we sought victory Chancing the leash But when bad die were cast We were cast down to die A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies have crawled, vilified Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives For eternity is a coprophagic Backward figure head Gorging on Her own bitter end And We have eaten shit Until we′re close to addicts Now grime is running out For us to make amends To retake what once was lost To exalt our throne above the stars of God "To throw our fuck into gates and guts Of a severed neverland Where we, the damned Once pleasured ran Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be crossed To exalt our throne above the stars of God The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... Throwing shades of war before like prophecy Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep ...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken And when sultry Dusk disrobes they′ll learn She is not a natural blonde For the lower She goes the darker it grows An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan Screams congeal in clotted pearl As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra As lighting streaks with fire Black clouds that shroud the Earth Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories But now the Sun is loath to come The crescent moon is freed... Elated Satan The scimitar slash to the undergash Of Heaven too slight for penetration We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt Like a convent where crosses rust From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun There where deeper needs are begged of lust And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger And Death′s tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams Feasting from throats of celestial theives And God knows we seek victory Now that we are unleashed To drive nails home of blind faith through those Who drove us from error to terror below Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies Tarred with red honey, the plaster Of many a spire that aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The World was our cloister No prayer, bent in shame Our once lucent plumage Stung with horn withered grey... and away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth Revenge accrued to a monolith Bursting through from our roofed abyss Like an aether greased fist Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed Our horror pours through the orifice Where once the spheres and archangels kissed Phallelujah! Fellated Satan His coming assails The Night In Gales That bewail turned tides That engulf their nation Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth In a darkened high house Overrun by disease So let the truth be wrung That the Banished Ones intent On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of their rot Now our souls exult above the stars of God |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints To appear, in person So that you may speak to us And fulfill our desires Come at my bidding And I will grant you Whatever you want, however vile And the containing of my life He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of craven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon He would have his vice All save his soul was up for sacrifice Despite their raising not a single hair Everything stank of witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake He needed answers not advice Intending to devise A lengthy train of torture for the fool Who thought a seance would suffice Or sighted, furred in dragonflies The signature of Satan on a wall Sweetest Maleficia Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks He would have his demon He would have his gold Out of control Gilles' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviors [Gilles:] So I shall conjure thee Demons of the netherworld The air was sick with trepidation Despair and desperation Then he fixed his covenant in blood Now all was rich and tapestried Fragrant wine to shitty mead His new world opened with a claret flood Time was right, this wretched night To etch the circles clear again... As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through His last attempt to grasp at God Lay blackened in a holy fog And now there were only devils to pursue Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell Of Hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed Sweetest Maleficia Sweetest Maleficia |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Forgive the day's last serenades
Her skies, they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains That Death would claim His robes of office swim in As would I For his dark eye Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe On charred remains With shared disdain For those I chose to mortify Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa A verse for her whispered to the earth (A lover's curse is a see-through coffin) Praises her curves so oft concurred Though she was No Snow White on the night she died Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride The Devil's pride Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise But they would writhe For my dark eye Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's On Esther's reign And in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry I was No dark knight, breaking men like ice I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and last goodbyes Now I dream Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion Where beauty streams Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come To tear out her spells In red lettered cells Wherein even the crown prince of Hell Come out of his arrogant shell Would falter to better But her face soon dispels And as black feathers fell From heaven's smoke So I woke to insanity Her exquisite corpse Found fit for their sport Of course Would burn on the morrow with me And there on this night Strung up in my sight Naked she sways Displayed for their vulgar delight I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames That to passion are tame Not nearly the same searing pain (I pray) As held sway upon losing her Nor the mettle of roars That will settle like ashes and scores As with our ghosts in the fog When we both turn no more |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
Through acrid clouds of summer flies
The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrefied Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled Towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch 'neath her veil Reclamation, our time has come Our time has come Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end We are what we are, what we shall be, again Again Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others Summer's dying |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
I pace, alone
In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet Mary, Dressed in gray Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that bend In rivers, like sinners Swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me So farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshipped under Fall farther, their Father Lies in wait in flames below Whilst my love, a blood red flower Calls to me from verdant bowers Graveside, I cry Please save me from this Hell I know A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me An eye for an eye as espied in the bible My faith is lost to the burning of idols One less cross to press upon the survival Of this lorded agony And I, (much as I have tried To bury Her from mind, Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars See Her face in every natural feature Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... With glee deceiving me Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Sirensong to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor Strike a chord with misery No light nor reef No unsinkable of romance keeps me Safely from the stormy seas Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams Unthinkable to dredge through this Listless and lonely winter freeze A darkened sky This day hereafter dies Falls swiftly into night And stays within my sight Staring at the knife Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me No more a victim of crusade Where souls are strung from moral palisades I slit my wrist and quickly slip away... I journey now on jewelled sands Beneath a moon to Summerlands To grace Her lips with contraband The blaze once in my veins |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
Soft White Throat Lyrics
Cradle Of Filth A voyeur in league with the great thief night In an overthrow of woven light Slid in to rob the prayers She whispered to the air with thin deliberation Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers Following her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed her risen, naked Soft white throat Soft white throat Incense lit at perfection's feet Has never burnt so sickly sweet As the fragrance of her breath When her lips met death with such imagination Bear me to the moon The dour toll of bells Scare me with their boon Of winters bitter graveyards Swallowing her fear I veered beneath her coat Of soft white meat on Soft white throat Crepuscular, the lust in her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In her spilled over Covering her back I saw an angel lift her Coma I fell to eyes Of a bestial past that once Teaching grief through jaded pupils Now shone like celestial glass in hell In hell And doused in the glow from her parting gift Never there lay, with curves like snowdrifts A beauty so frozen in bliss Slumped to warm the dead to a standing ovation Spare me from the wolves Clawing past my door Tear me from the ghouls That start to gnaw my fingers Following her heart And every beat that spoke I kissed her risen, naked Soft white throat Soft white throat Crepuscular, the lust in her Went supernova Setting maps aflame Before her veins ran colder And muscular, the final thrust In her spilled over Smothering her cracks I was the devil on her shoulder Dear Lord I cry, before I die Grant me the taste of love One final time lest I should hide When seraph call me from above And should remorse not stay my course From debt, addresses wept Will ask no more of you my Lord Save that my soul in hell is kept |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
And I often sigh
I often wonder why I'm still here And still I cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so dear Please ease my burden And I still remember The memory and I weep In my broken soul The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burdenx2 Surely without war There should be no loss Theres no mourning or fear, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead, oh no more No more war There must be no war |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Eclipsing violent centuries
Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames Far from fairytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat Far from fairytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door Demanding pleasures to replace Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star Far from fairytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
Sunset, expect
This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... the slaughter Lightning freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God's failure One the forest spired Nurtured in Nature's heart Now great cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Sorched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisened ground... |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps
Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps Of Hell where fallen thy dreams, silently Spread her wide |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and damned A rent lament barely flung above a whisper Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of Man I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor A kindred spirit in a graveyard Beneath the stature of a colder saviour Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast Like a come dream true under etched glass spent Making love to the beautiful dead She has sinned and severed Heaven And in it's vulgar sight Two figures writhe, but one silhouette Extends it's fingers to the light Gothic towers tottered on her heels As she fled asylum grounds Committing hard crimes to soft cells Where now another's screams resound From the gaspings in her passing Six feet under or beneath frayed gown When Her hands pointed to midnight In a white stained chamber bound I swept her from the abyss of another dementia Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate To take the reins of pleasure Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs Ballrooms filled with black cat's scratch Out of spite and playful eyes Pricked as a Witch her stitches itch For familiar lips to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks The sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return Is a vengefull call on grace For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts A leap of twisted fate betrayed The scars will last until the stars Caught in her train bewitched Fall into line and yeild the sign That dawn in born to their eclipse For our inhumankind Comes an underdog day sunrise Rippling with fire like femalediction Wind amidst the flame I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard I wished her back but the dead adored her Even wild winds sang in chora for her Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore We'd be together more Creation froze with the triumph of Death But still she stirred and awoke bereft Of concern save for the aeons left To lead the darkness She schemes of growing power And the lengths sucked hard to get it I dream of being God but ever living to regret it Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for The Devil on her knees To grant her lows a remedy And mine desire's wish To taste thereof of Heaven's scent As sick and twisted as it is For her corset laced with arsenic Hides snake curves within her midst Whilst her halo of white lies supplies Her temple to what God forbids |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament To this house of incest, For when we undressed Blasphemies against Venus were rent Though a sister removed Her white body approved The parade of my heavenly quests Yet, all tongues are not true, Some are forked or askew Like an uncivil serpent’s at best For ousted from Eden I Fausted all reason Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan To haunt fairy groves And hot virgin coves Wherein the promiscuous swam I elected lovers and rejected others Mathistrisses that don’t give a damn But for those that still do My deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram! |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Vampire Or Dark Faerytales... (1996)
Iniquitous
I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lust I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of Christ Evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind (Purge) Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious as her winds Stirring silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another As yes undone" (Surge) Desert claims Eden And Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast Before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow Forgotten ones enter as above, so below The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation (Purity) Overthrown Darkness In raven feathered dress Sides with Death at chess Their pawns are many and the enemy Powerless When the miscreants fell dead She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night And the bestial floor shook with terrible life I rise before thee Queen To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath Satanic Tyranny |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
Prey Lyrics
Cradle Of Filth Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart Thrilled to see the light Bruise-reddened, silhouetting Murder sites As dusk attends her son's blood wedding Spilt across the skies In reefs of omen Licking flames and pagan rites The night awaits with baited thighs Start this artist darkness Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with pervertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below I'll make you pray I spy with wicked lips The cream of mortal kind Committing their sins Their penitent skins To the harems of my mind Prey Thrilled to breathe tonight The sultry air of graces Passed in flight Like birds of May with playful faces Fills me with delight Their crystal skirts Spun from stars, worn tight Wink of fists in wishful places Start this artist darkness Yearning now to start this Burning as an artist Turning on the darkness Dizzy looking up with pervertigo A sewer deity of recrement World below I'll make you pray My whims like smoke in summertime Writhe atop the blooms Committing their thin White Catholic limbs To the cloister in my room You see I need To feed my dreams to order To be agreed With the beast in me That bleeds their borders Prey Nightfall, in thrall I call her beauty to me Whose ebon-lidded eyes excite Shadows to wander through me Whose kiss glittered with sleep Is a thief come after dark To steal away the leaden wreaths From my cemetery heart |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor's edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming 'Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other's throat In a slick drift of red Setting god's teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succor me That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succor me |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Resident Evil: Apocalypse: Music from and Inspired by The Original Motion Picture (레지던트 이블 2) [omnibus, ost] (2004)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Peace Through Superior Firepower (2007)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
No Time to Cry
It's just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it's... (CHORUS) (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you've Got to shake the hand that feeds you It's just like Adam says It's not so hard to understand It's just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It's just like always here again it's... (CHORUS) Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can't sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep (repeat) No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry (CHORUS) |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Tonight is the night
The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars 'neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter's eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season's unease at the hands of doom Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter's eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
Mr. Crowley, what went wrong in your head?
Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead? Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah, you waited on Satan's call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirth Go Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse? Oh, Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic, of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that mating call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall Was it polemically sent? I want to know what you meant I want to know I want to know what you meant Go |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Expect no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside these wailing walls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Peace Through Superior Firepower (2007)
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Expect no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside these wailing walls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken council with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles de Rais Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives where thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles de Rais Gilded Gilles de Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled black skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back The evening air laps thick about The moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away We are gashing from a venomous womb Burning bright, dead of night Pyres stain a milky way Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon In the Samhain mist We lay in welcome by the western gate With the five fold kiss For every soul returning From the fecund abyss Where nature's travesties congregate With a stone cold wish To see the wicker man burning The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark Medusa and Hemlock Harvest past, fires cast Ashen shades this Halloween We are set now to Beherit the earth Widdershins, death begins To fashion fete to gallow scenes Sprits rising to discredit rebirth In the Samhain mist We lay in welcome by the western gate With the five fold kiss For every soul returning From the fecund abyss Where nature's travesties congregate With a stone cold wish To see the wicker man burning The wind, she flitters Through the forest of our hearts Wreathed in leaves As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair Plot your face, then ascending marble stares You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair Tasting my blood That runs from worming tongue like prayer Under pagan veneer snakes a fear That makes the stars Grieve, just to be Uncharted on this eve When part of me chars a path Through your heavenly constellations Medusa and Hemlock Back to black, hinges crack Rituals call obscenities Sheets of demons rush insanity skies Tread the salt; the dead exult Preachers beg our clemency Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes We who kept the candle by the vault We who kept the candle on the cult |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Then hated and grief and the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting The sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their o′er vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers" If thou wouldst drink of my life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
One might see in Mina
My disease But it was She who has infected me For all eternity... As the sun slips the tearaway stars Into the scented scheme of night I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose Set upon a marbled dream of white So pure of thought like a Vestal statue Jewelled with a God-lent grace I was close to coming when she bid adieu Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts obsess my days Oh Mina, obscener Thoughts possess me That I must now obey They say the darkest hour Is that before the dawn When nothing in one's power Can dissipate the great forlorn Shadows of fire that haunt me Like risen whispers of her name For dawn is a dusk Wherein needs must Erupt from the grave, aflame Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leave of sin Stepping through a mirror The princess of the emerald glass Brought me on sip nearer Love's infernal past... They say Hell hath no furies Like a woman scorned by life When the Heavenly Judge and juries Participate to chain this wife With forced virtue, Her secret needs On warm we nights, with storm-wracked bites I gave her Eden after the flood Written in the dead of night And riding on the burning wind Smitten by her read delight My words alight like leaves of sin Verona, Marishka, Aleera Brides of old and goddesses all Forgive my wishes to be always near her Forever or whenever seas recall The Aphrodite from my embrace For as Mars (whom her lips placate) I tore these shores with wars of hatred Before our Paris wet his fate In Helen, one might find mistake In winning tragedy For all eternity... I am still lovesick for Mina I am still so lovesick for Mina |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades Her soundtrack now a bombing raid Bored of vaudeville God was six days sober On the night that she was born To the glistening star of a bible class An icon now in religious porn She was Alice through the gloryhole An ejaculate misconception Disney-esque, the high priestess Of greed and deepest dark deception All best to bury whims For Miss Libertina Grimm She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewold at her stocking tops Beneath the tightened leather strop Of the basque of the houndervilles At the stroke of midnight come She polished verse and hearses In a poisonous pen dipped in omen To her surgeon full of general curses In the hand of morgue redeemers Though the dead always pleased her more Squatting in their coffins Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor Tip your hats For sweet Libertina Grimm Fantasy and candy stores Snow white and the seven straws Smoke and mirrors on all fours... Libertina Grimm Her brothers grim, her sisters through The final dance will be the cue She amputates to fit the shoe Libertina Grimm Libertina Grimm Mystery kindled in a blackened room Nine candles lit to improve the gloom She sees the dark as she feels womb Full of hidden secrets They haunt her heart, those precious few Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues Those tortured souls just like me and you Full of hidden secrets No, don't go Don't you leave me So alone Libertina No, don't you go Don't you leave me here So alone Where the dead are free to roam |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
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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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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 - 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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"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 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 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 - 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 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 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 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 - 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 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 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 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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