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Queen Of Winter, Throned
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 lost I am Corinthian light 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 od 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 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 ebter 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 - Vampire Or Dark Faerytales... (1996)
Hosannas in Extremis
Invading tempestuos skies When Inanna rose, bringing angels repose And Narcissus' date as their prize Blinded by Diana's mirror Wherein coffined truth struggles, forlorn And covetous stars out their eyes to deceive The horrors performed on Her shores As jewelled Ishtar, in darker Aeons Trespassed Ereshkigal's grasp Her ravening twin, wreathed in whispers and wind Now inspires Catharsis to dance Through the weave of white vaults Where the shadows revolt At the incest of spiritual love Castrata choirs, bereft of such lusts Spatter virginal breasts with their blood The iron tongue of midnight hath told twelwe (Thirst-ridden) Wolves serenade a moon Who seems no mistress of Herself And heavens pour forth vast casualties Thy host given up for me Thou which wert once and then ceased to be Art now ensconced to chapters Of a lengthening tragedy Whilst we scream free Deep forests impale the sinister mist Their sorcery taught to the clouds Who muster like mountains, a fountainous wish To vex the sweet dead from silk odious shrouds Storm-woken sisters of Judas unfurl As Psyche to Sapphic lament Wrapt in thy tresses and taloned caresses Whisper me secrets beheld beyond Death "Desires I was loath to lose To the vrgin-bloodied priests Whose lord fantasied on Magdalene And sought to savour Her as a beast Her aching sex A rose undone As mine in tears and spasms wrung" Ebon Nemesis, slain Jericho's stone has built thee a marbled stair By candlelight to Eden abd Serpentine throne Where ravens rape the tenanting angels there Hurry, else Death may spy us here And quicken the pulse of dawn Embering flames writhe to life again The starry brow threshed with poisonous thorn Huntress, draw back the silvered bow Thy dogs set upon the manger The enemyy in throes... Whilst drifting forgs devour All Hallows witching hour On this long, dark seance for the soul Through malevolent Scylla, Charybdis graves Our conquesting spirits pour forth, unassuaged Occultnesses watch us and Seraph, afraid Like fireflies olunge to Her maw, midst crashing black waves "Remember with pride what thou art Lest we forget in awe of our terrible past" When Dark royalties drank of despair Idols hewed down 'neath a desert god's stare In thrall to revenges sworn there What dreams could we father, when farther we fell To nightmare... ? "Well versed in misery We have lain naked in darkest ravines Now the sun has set in slumber, We delight Like serpents in arousal Coiled to strike at the light" Now abyssed Lucifers master the earth Uncloister jaded harlots once served Enthralled by cruel raptures, rehearsed Kiss slumbered beauty and weapon our thousand year curse The laughter of Khaos Gatekeepers flee the onslaught A World enslaved to flame Bondage in Phallustine Pleasure temples for my bride Nubian grace swiftly seize Thieves blood-divine Empires thrive on sacrifice |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
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 (All Destroyer) 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 lissome 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 fuer immer betend auf knien vor der (finisteren) goetten 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 Bleed with incest 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 "Weltmacht oder Niedergang" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life from Chaos born out of love and the scythe the forest beckons with her nocturnal call to pull me close amid the baying of wolves where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death a monument to the trapping of breath as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck to drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze to learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path to the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul as the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me in the arms of the ancient oak where daylight hangs by a lunar noose and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, crowned with leaves, she stands, who gathers all things mortal, with cold immortal hands, her languid lips are sweeter, than love's who fears to greet her, to men that mix and meet her, from many times and lands." |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Thee I invoke, bornless one
all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle no church shall bar our path seductive Evil drink your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms You are in my dreams the darkness in my eyes the rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart we could kill them all if our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire to harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me...Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me...Black Goddess arise) under seven stars we came together (come to me...Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age's decline (come to me...ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen come forth to me and help me seize my future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking nazarene Ah...the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war the virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, what dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, to worship thee below?" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Spells lay daggers before me
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain the tumour grows until the enemy is slain Slightless storm knee-deep in hate I seeth my purpose here has woken to breath Total war on the brethren of Men millions regardless dying by my hand A Black Age Of Fire brief in its vicious eloquence removing the dross love will arise from the ashes of your loss Then and only then will the pleasure of Eden be mine and the sinews of life itself will be tied in the very veins of my bloodline And their tears taste like wine... I will rule as a king and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem the lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light the darkness serves will to snuff out human life that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill without scruple or silent regret in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain tiny red miracles falling like...rain The incessant pall of death surrounds me but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed there will be no dread thereafter the mysteries I reveal unto thee I stir the hearts of the wisest by the fools I will always be feared my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... on the pale reflection of dawn Devour The Sun "The Great Man of his time is He who expresses the Will of his time; who tells his time what it wills; and who carries it out" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Crawl in awful stealth to me
Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve and yearning keeps me, captive of desire Make me as a flower that grows forever in your throne that I might pollinate the world with darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes the fire of life that never dies tear deeper through my paper wounds and never leave inside Love shall consume and bathe the Lady whom I worship and ride therefore She will greet me as a serpent in her dark, secret Eden and I will always want for her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire...) My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give my soul is poisoned from within Wisdom breeds, fecundity and her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway, to that darkness lost (Now dream...) Oh, the fevered need for Her when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire that all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch the tree is plundered but I have the see to be sown in thee "Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent avoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
We, the nocturnal few
bound by other laws to the service of the enemies of god are silent and hidden yet our exquisite fire burns on poised to engulf... Tie a man to his god he may not walk for fear of falling foul to temptation where once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame cast the fetid virgin back from where she came drink deep of the promise in my eyes... of mist and midnight skies I drown in fathomless dreams and in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall for none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do What Thou Wilt until the stones in my heart stand still regardless of the cost to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast by whatever whim you serve of the Devil your leige" Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways will be wrought to condemn thee conspiring to cull the pagan ways Twist back their lies, personify their needs the war begins by Satanic decree if Evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league and bring the host of the nazarene to their knees breath the life of an entity never-born darkness now descend in raven form the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet raper of all my worldly enemies Lycanthropy, please poison me send acausal instincts crawling my brain take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs for now we congregate where once my angel sang That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse and to spit in the face of their... "god" We will ride again in the midnight skies |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
May dreams be brought that I might reach...
the gentle strains of midnight speech and frozen stars that gild the forest floor Through the swirling snow Volkh's children come to run with me, to hunt as one to snatch the lambs of christ from where they fall... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
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 putrified forbidden once and bound to die the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun talons stretch her veil reclamation, 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..." Appear; draped in terror to the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in... Summer's dying... |
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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 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 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 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens Another coils there Where twice you sliced all hope from me And left these present scars An insane love now burns above The weft of incandescent stars Hilt your dripping fangs that range Skywards to rend apart I might have sang of wings unchained But long before I locked my heart For Gabrielle A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts Whose beauty fostered poets Whose laugh like silver belts Thawed your bitter winter from my path Gabrielle Foul snake despair Where once you peddled secrets Another spoils there With speech that sweetens drowning In deep lagoons of eyes And legs that begged apologies For lengths that mesmerised Spare your hissing sentiments For her fee welts more than thine Though no malice she weans Just a palace of dreams Where windswept chambers pine For Gabrielle Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold Her rouge lips smack of dark blood Her name in whisper rolls Forever on my tongue Lest her memory dissolve Gabrielle Oh, Gabrielle Once crucified I would have died A thousand more times Just to feel her breath On my neck as a fervent lover To drown her sighs In floods of tears so well refined And blind from spying her In the arms of others Gabrielle Gabrielle Buried inside Where she's all but mine Save for those that dine Oh her, on her perfect carcass Gabrielle Gabrielle Foul snake despair Where once you wreaked my misery Another toils there For long lost Gabrielle Whose nightly spreading grin Persists in other faces By whom I'm slowly taken in |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kisses catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent To a tainted world and the painted girls That our fantasies spent Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams A toast to those most sacrilegious of days Where for every whim won One soon repays We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned We have spent our time Drenched in opulent splendour But when midnight chimes Will gilded souls surrender? Let us drink on the giddying brink Of pools of excrement All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent I remember the night as if it were engraved A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves To the shore from the moon and by her grace Came that erudite stranger That fucker He was a predator, creditor cold Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll And all that glittered was not gold But we wanted everything And for it all, lost our souls Come my friend, to fate let's raise Two finger shots at this our last soiree For tomorrow I fear Swoops all too deadly near This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned He was a preditor, creditor, cold. Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered, was not gold. But we wanted everything, And for it all, lost our souls. Our souls For it all lost our souls Our souls |
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from Cradle Of Filth 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 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 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
The time has come to rise again
Freedom, lift thy sewage hem Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul The stars I have grasped Are so far lonely constellations And wishing on those stars My spirit bars annihilation From earthen miseries Hosts of most fell forms of greed Ghosts of pearly gate remissions Forever haunting me Slit the witch and watch him bleed As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers plied their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin for their stories The time is past to falter when Freedom slips my sombre pen And the gates to wolves break open then My feelings may seem constant prey But claws no more will rake me Those whores have fled to darker days Above and beyond I have wronged in my position But now the winds are strong To soar from Babel's vision Of cutthroat jealousies Dock to dock, these mongrels breed Dogs of fogged derision Pacing, soon to be Back to pack mentality When my killing moon is risen Trying from the start These creatures of the dark Were quaffing morning glories And dying, I depart To make their drunken hearts A coffin for their stories Innovation in ovation Imagination stirs Somewhere the dusk is lining Red the shore of a roaring sea And though loved there, someone is pining For waves of blood to run and rescue me For waves of blood to rescue me To run and run and run and run The time has come to rise again Freedom lift thy sewage hem Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul Their world will never break me They will never desecrate my soul |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me From Orient gates to R'lyeh Abydos to Thessaly And Sirens sing from stern But now I cease to play For I yearn to return To woodland ferns Where Herne and his wild huntress lay Now the tidal are turning Spurning the darkness The great purgations of distinguished tours Are but stills in time To the thrill that I'm Once more Heading to the bedding Of her English shores The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees And mists clung tight in panic to vales When Brigantia spoke her soul to me From Imbolg to Bealtaine Lughnasadh to Samhain feasts I heard her lament as season's blent Together a chimerical beast Now the tidal are turning Churning in darkness The celebrations of extinguished wars Are but stills in time To the chill that climbs Once more Dreading the red weddings On her English shores Gone are the rustic summers of my youth Cruel winter cut their sacred throats With polished scythes that reap worldwide Pitch black skies and forest smoke And the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more One of her sons from the vast far-flung Come home to rebuild The rampant line of the Leonine Risen over pestilent fields Now the tidal are turning Burning in darkness The salvation of her hungry sword Shalt spill like wine From the hills to chines That pour Spreading her beheadings On these English shores For the hosts that I saw there Drones of carrion law Drove the ghosts of my forbears To rove and rally once more This is a waking for England From it's reticent doze This is a waking for England Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
There hides a secret
Deeply twined inside of her mind A tried and confined egret That pines to fly south To this mouth of mine Pity Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole castellan Trusted to keep The weight of oceans From her rusted gates of sleep A dreaming angel Lying curled in the circles of Hell I must protect her Watch her back for any cracks to occur For in the witching hour She slips into the underworld A pearled Persephone Deflowered by the powers Hat around her Down her Whirl Doomed to damn the rift Across the shifting abyss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret I serve her slender hope To preserve mankind from old ghosts Disturbed though by recurring crimes I sense that dead Might be best for both Pity Too long have these emotions Like potions, made me A sole castellan Posted to keep Slow wheels in motion From the human race to beat Without her there My nymphetamine with the faraway stare Thin walls would crumble Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs For in the dead of the night She spasms with orgasmic flare This reamed Demeter With Poseidons there inside her Too appeased to grieve our air Doomed to dam the rift Across the shifting abyss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret Forever sworn to keep it My filthy little secret She makes me borne Pity Too long this urchin princess Has incensed, made me A wanton felon Searching for the key To loose her harness And set desires lurching free Without her there My nymphetamine with the faraway stare Thin walls would crumble Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lair But in her room at night I care not for the underworld Slathering and gathering emboldened Reichs To breach, to teach A dread thereafter I would risk all this For one minute of bliss With her body and it's gift My filthy little secret Forever sworn to keep it My filthy little secret I know a deeper beauty shines Beyond the veil Her roots and creepers mine As the worms beneath arise |
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from Cradle Of Filth 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 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 Mtv2 Headbangers Ball Vol.2 (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 - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
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 - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a bitter Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that "god"? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre "neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Through arcades where shimmering snowfall
Lay in state with the sad and damned A rent lament barely flung above a whisper Drew me like a ghost to the haunts of Man I found her tempting fate between her wrist and razor A kindred spirit in a graveyard Beneath the stature of a colder saviour Mist hung like thieves wreathed in scant arabesques And through the chill earth it bedwed her drawling breast Like a come dream true under etched glass spent Making love to the beautiful dead She has sinned and severed Heaven And in it's vulgar sight Two figures writhe, but one silhouette Extends it's fingers to the light Gothic towers tottered on her heels As she fled asylum grounds Committing hard crimes to soft cells Where now another's screams resound From the gaspings in her passing Six feet under or beneath frayed gown When Her hands pointed to midnight In a white stained chamber bound I swept her from the abyss of another dementia Freeing her soul from the fetters of fate To take the reins of pleasure Now nightwane mirrors freeze in seizure At the glimpse of charmed pins in her thighs Ballrooms filled with black cat's scratch Out of spite and playful eyes Pricked as a Witch her stitches itch For familiar lips to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks The sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first to discern, that this Angel's return Is a vengefull call on grace For even martyrdom backs from it's suicide pacts A leap of twisted fate betrayed The scars will last until the stars Caught in her train bewitched Fall into line and yeild the sign That dawn in born to their eclipse For our inhumankind Comes an underdog day sunrise Rippling with fire like femalediction Wind amidst the flame I gazed out Tapped into the fog and shared her pain When in her mind she sought his leave And begged forgiveness I splintered her coffin and lay on the floor Of a vault with her clasped as the moon hugs the shore What treachery this that she breathed no more? Christ you bastard I wished her back but the dead adored her Even wild winds sang in chora for her Saffron from my heart, from the start I swore We'd be together more Creation froze with the triumph of Death But still she stirred and awoke bereft Of concern save for the aeons left To lead the darkness She schemes of growing power And the lengths sucked hard to get it I dream of being God but ever living to regret it Our fecund nature decrees that Jesus wept come for The Devil on her knees To grant her lows a remedy And mine desire's wish To taste thereof of Heaven's scent As sick and twisted as it is For her corset laced with arsenic Hides snake curves within her midst Whilst her halo of white lies supplies Her temple to what God forbids |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Then hated and grief and the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting The sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their o′er vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers" If thou wouldst drink of my life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Behind the scene of destiny
I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste away under the lashes of my whip Bathe in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Carnal desire runs through my veins Whipping boys and scapegoats cry in pain Psychopathic terror during their sleep My power ask why, my power is weak Spineless bundles of my excess Expurse of innocence and helplessness In the perfumes of my secret orison Fresh blood of children drops down on me Bathe in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust Madness, crime, disgrace, ptomaine Excrements, contempt, violence, kill Ordeals of thousand deeds congealed in gloom Strike hard and deep, to hell with 'em master Mighty prophets stature shall surpass the stars The passion is the smell of cremation I spit on your crapulous creed, curse 'em! Sucking you giveth delight and bright glory Strive ever to be more joyous to the death Don't fear any god will deny you for this Bathe in sin Sadistic souls Break their crust Sodomy and lust |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Winter ice - Terminal frost
Closing eyes of the equinox Dimensional change - darkening skies The sphere is shackled till dusk Prophet dreams - ride the winds As black holes open for devouring Universal chaos in the realm of time Surface of earth - covered in rime From beyond enter the horror Of a dark and hideous nature The fall of man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's fall to perpetual domination Time trapped in between changes Frigid return to the chamber of ages |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
Existing on damnation's edge
The priest had never known To witness such a violent show Of power overthrown Angels fighting aimlessly Still dying by the sword Our legions killing all in sight To get the one called Lord The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There's no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Crucify the so called Lord He soon shall fall to me Your souls are damned your God has fell To slave for me eternally Hell awaits... The Reaper guard's the darkened Gates That Satan calls his home Demons feed the furnace where The Dead are free to roam Lonely children of the night There's seven ways to go Each leading to the burning hole The Lucifer controls Priests of Hades seek the sacred star Satan sees the answer lies not far Zombies screaming souls cry out to you Satanic laws prevail your life is through Pray to the moon... when it is round Death with you shall then abound What you seek... for can't be found In sea or sky or underground Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp The seven bloody Gates of Hell Is where you'll live your last Warriors from Hell's Domain Will bring you to your Death The flames of Hades burning strong Your soul shall never rest The Gates of Hell lie waiting as you see There's no price to pay just follow me I can take your lost soul from the grave Jesus knows your soul can not be saved Sacrifice the lives of all I know they Soon shall die Their souls are damned to rot in Hell and keep the fire growing deep inside Hell awaits... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Lovecraft & Witch Hearts(10주년 기념앨범) (2007)
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime
차가운 감방안에서 벨이 울리기 시작할 때만을 기다리고 있지 Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time 지난 과거를 돌아보기엔 시간이 많지 않아 'Cause at 5 o'clock, they take me to the Gallows pole 왜냐하면 5시 정각에, 그들은 날 교수대로 데려갈꺼니까 The sands of time, for me are running low... 모래시계여, 날 위해 느리게 가다오... Running low... 느리게 가다오... When the priest comes to read me the last rights 신부님이 마지막 성경말씀을 읽어주러 오실때 I take a look through the bars at the last sights 난 창살을 통해 보여지는 마지막 광경을 보겠지 Of a world that has gone very wrong for me... 나에겐 매우 불공평했던 세상말야... Could it be that there's some sort of error? 뭔가 실수가 있었던가? Hard to stop the surmounting terror 덮쳐오는 공포를 극복하기가 어려워 Is it really the end or some crazy dream? 이제 정말 끝인건가 아님 엉터리같은 꿈인거야? Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming 누군가 제발 나에게 이게 꿈이라고 말해줘 It's not easy to stop from screaming 비명을 지르고 싶은 걸 멈출 수가 없어 Words escape me when I try to speak... 말을 하려고 해보지만 말이 나오지 않아 Tears, they flow; but why am I crying? 눈물, 눈물은 흐르지만 내가 왜 우는거야? After all, I'm not afraid of dying 결국에는, 난 죽음을 두려워 하지 않아. Do not believe that there never is an end... 끝이란 없다는 걸 잊지 말아 As the guards bring me out to the courtyard 간수들이 날 법정에 세울때 Somebody cries from a cell, "God be with you!" 누군가 강방안에서 울부짖었어, "신의 가호가 함께 하길!"이라고 If there's a god then why does he let me die? 만약 신이 있다면 왜 날 죽게 내버려 두는거지? As I walk, all my life drifts before me 걸을 때 마다, 내 모든 인생이 내 앞을 스쳐갔어 And though the end is near, I'm not sorry 그리고 종말이 가까이 왔지, 난 후회하지 않아. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away... 내 영혼을 가져가, 내 영혼은 멀리 날아갈꺼야 Mark my words, believe my soul lives on 내 말을 명심해, 내 영혼이 살아 있다는 걸 믿어 Don't worry, now that I have gone 걱정마, 지금 난 가 I've gone beyond to see the truth... 진실을 보기 위해서 가 So when you know that your time is close at hand 자, 네 시간이 네 손에 쥐어졌을때 Maybe then you'll begin to understand 아마도 넌 이해하게 될거야 Life down there is just a strange illusion... 그 아래 삶이란 단지 이상한 환상일 뿐인 것을... |
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from Cradle Of Filth 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)
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 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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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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Death, spirit me away
My anguished soul doth strain Oh taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I still remain Like a proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund′rous heart Else, rend it′s knots apart So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o′er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns In scarlet, like velvet worn About the clouded moon Who wanes in solitude... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That lurks beneath marbled stone What black witchcarft Shalt prise thee from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will wend it′s way with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of dakness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me..." Twilight Through pagan city gates Bred shadows play like twining snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes... Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith′s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice Vittue births a demon Pandora′s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged lilith born for want on Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine The skies, they darken And the oceans part Storm forth indignant Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feasting at my banquet Of Saturnalia I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonley Diana "For thee Endymion I forsake the cerements of this star-fling tomb" Be-with-us come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire′s menstrual stain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is exile And the Israelites enslaved to shame Midnight Jerisalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial wall crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon The centuries of wait have all but gone Behold dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on Now worship Everything |
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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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Thornography (2006)
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Against the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To curse Aurora so spiteful With her stake in the coming of dawn To conjure forth the past Those heady nights of pain resplendent In the service of the Goddess of Death When her sheets ran royalty-red Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisas where the paint has run I miss our glorious past Our nightly flights of fear dependent Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine When the song bird broke her neck Wolves howl their fogbound serenades Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid Of the covenant made… Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat There is murder in the thirst Rich red vascular tapestries Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep In dreams where themes of bestiality Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep Sermons hang a black gown Over cemetery and sundown Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghost of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we've overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit As I threw her to it bled We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonid pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 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 - 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 - 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 - Nymphetamine (2007)
She is open wide, se isn't hard to please
She drive me fucking wild, I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She sucks me to the core (Now) I can't take no more That bitch She turns me to a beast Bestial lust (Come on) Bitch Each tendon muscle rippling, she drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll, I gasp and can't control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch) Bestial lust |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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(Gilles de Rais:)
"When light no longer rose to kiss me I swore to tear heaven asunder As flights of fallen angels wished me Godspeed on the devil's thunder" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Eclipsing violent centuries
Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames Far from fairytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat Far from fairytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door Demanding pleasures to replace Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star Far from fairytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Gilles de Rais 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 - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
Oh how my rampant desire Ripped from the presence of God Now hunger like a beast For the knowledge of evil When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendors past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis Devils sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror into menaces The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais Suetonius and Ovid Filled his moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
God can deny nothing to a de Rais And should he ever There is always the Devil |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Here sat Babylon
Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Dusk descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade Played near a grave Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom Almost too soon... They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the world outside grew sodden and mauled Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Gilles sat sipping absinthe From a goblet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children, disappeared They'd listened to the winds Heard the murdered Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges Where the list of sins Grew beyond a fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch Restless with debauch Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see God's angels walk Away... Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomaniac in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near ruin in successive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints To appear, in person So that you may speak to us And fulfill our desires Come at my bidding And I will grant you Whatever you want, however vile And the containing of my life He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of craven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon He would have his vice All save his soul was up for sacrifice Despite their raising not a single hair Everything stank of witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake He needed answers not advice Intending to devise A lengthy train of torture for the fool Who thought a seance would suffice Or sighted, furred in dragonflies The signature of Satan on a wall Sweetest Maleficia Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks He would have his demon He would have his gold Out of control Gilles' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviors [Gilles:] So I shall conjure thee Demons of the netherworld The air was sick with trepidation Despair and desperation Then he fixed his covenant in blood Now all was rich and tapestried Fragrant wine to shitty mead His new world opened with a claret flood Time was right, this wretched night To etch the circles clear again... As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through His last attempt to grasp at God Lay blackened in a holy fog And now there were only devils to pursue Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell Of Hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed Sweetest Maleficia Sweetest Maleficia |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
"So potent was the star under which I was born, that I have done what no one in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus save but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken council with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles de Rais Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives where thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles de Rais Gilded Gilles de Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled black skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back The evening air laps thick about The moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
'Something thicker than despair
Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais' Under August swelter After banquet and soiree When spiced wine and song Have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula Hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires That will ashen the remains Darkness incarnate Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep dream of the goat That dark eclectic harbinger of doom Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over bitter truth The stairs ran helterskelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse They sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces Of those murdered out in force Darkness incarnate Fleeing ghosts so indisposed To his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, a carnal wind opposed To those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew painted sails over naked truth Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities Semen drip from every bough As if he rooted Nature like a whore Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The mocking orifices and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune [Gilles de Rais:] Death is only a matter of a little pain Beneath the sallow moonlight In a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back through the castle Terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed And the sleep it preordained Exhausted, forced into the dead The creep of nightmares came again Sadness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children Some came crawling disemboweled To where he stretched out howling on all fours Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him, 'Herod, you'll regret...' 'Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?' [Gilles:] Oh my dearest angels Go pray to God for me |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Awaking in a sweat
Forsaking pleasure for regret Another night of blight had slowly passed The morning skies once fresh and bright Darkened down to near twilight Once could smell the end of days were coming fast Gilles wandered as in purgatory Beyond the grave of his estate Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry Were present save projected hatred He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt From guilt and doubt, there's no way out Ten leagues beneath contempt Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret His choired chapel sighed with his laments As accusations reached a roar Investigations breached the door He put up nothing save his favours in defense The Church stirred in it's Roman lair The grease had long been spent Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there Ten leagues beneath contempt [Gilles de Rais:] Alas, I was happier in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright, and blood Than in any other pleasure Just one falter One misplaced deed And Gilles would be undone As he teetered on the verge of defeat Profaning God's altar Bursting in on evening Mass He threatened there to crucify the priest Drunk on fiery wine With the storm lashing behind He then threw this Philistine To his foulest dungeon And money owed or not The Priest released or left to rot His blatant sacrilege begot A war machine of papal Rome They came for him in mourning splendor With the blessing of the Saints His fawning grin in sweet surrender A lesson in enforced restraint He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take He thought courts bought with golden crowns Rich Bishops he could tempt But traitor's gate was sought and found Ten leagues beneath contempt Ten leagues beneath contempt |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
This is the moment I go to God Burning like derision on the prism of night Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites Meant to overpower and bedizen his light He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite The moon was black Devil may care Three times he'd glared before his judges Darkening there With a Wormwood mind And a gullet of poison Asked He thought the court a farce His tongue as sharp as glass A bastard to the last This truth assassin... ..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast Flexing vexation at clerics aghast In uproar he caused the cross to be masked And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died The curse even clearer on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise From Heaven's shores poured to the sore divide The moon was black Devil may care Their thunder sundered all his veils Thickening there His belligerent pulse To a sickening crawl Yes He'd fostered wickedness Fed vipers at his breast Inflicted death's caress So now to suffer... He'd burn, discern That his second turn Would last for eternity In reckoning flames That night his plight marched in demented parades O'er a rainbow of black magic scars The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades Deep in the sleep of this heretic, barred The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved His epiphany struggled to come But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun All fears were smeared When Joan had appeared In a shower of tears Last vestige of innocence Yearning for her vision of divinity Of her miracles and dreamt lyrical deeds He would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissed And together they'd climb to God, entwined in bliss Devil may care He awed the court with a sworn confession Quickening there His radiant death And acute renewal Thus The end was glorious He went like Jesus trussed To shadow and to dust At the stroke of seven And With thieves at both his hands The Reaper of these lands Wept with holy plans As he choked to heaven |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
I have told you the truth And everything as it happened All the evil that I could do has been accomplished I am redeemable, and I believe the clemencies of God And suffrages of the holy church Have succored me with much mercy I have only ever wished to satisfy my desires |
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