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[Gilles de Rais:]
I have told you the truth And everything as it happened All the evil that I could do has been accomplished I am redeemable, and I believe the clemencies of God And suffrages of the holy church Have succored me with much mercy I have only ever wished to satisfy my desires |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
'Something thicker than despair
Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais' Under August swelter After banquet and soiree When spiced wine and song Have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula Hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires That will ashen the remains Darkness incarnate Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep dream of the goat That dark eclectic harbinger of doom Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over bitter truth The stairs ran helterskelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse They sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces Of those murdered out in force Darkness incarnate Fleeing ghosts so indisposed To his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, a carnal wind opposed To those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew painted sails over naked truth Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities Semen drip from every bough As if he rooted Nature like a whore Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The mocking orifices and the forest on her knees Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune [Gilles de Rais:] Death is only a matter of a little pain Beneath the sallow moonlight In a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back through the castle Terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed And the sleep it preordained Exhausted, forced into the dead The creep of nightmares came again Sadness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children Some came crawling disemboweled To where he stretched out howling on all fours Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him, 'Herod, you'll regret...' 'Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?' [Gilles:] Oh my dearest angels Go pray to God for me |
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[Gilles de Rais:]
This is the moment I go to God Burning like derision on the prism of night Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites Meant to overpower and bedizen his light He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite The moon was black Devil may care Three times he'd glared before his judges Darkening there With a Wormwood mind And a gullet of poison Asked He thought the court a farce His tongue as sharp as glass A bastard to the last This truth assassin... ..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast Flexing vexation at clerics aghast In uproar he caused the cross to be masked And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died The curse even clearer on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise From Heaven's shores poured to the sore divide The moon was black Devil may care Their thunder sundered all his veils Thickening there His belligerent pulse To a sickening crawl Yes He'd fostered wickedness Fed vipers at his breast Inflicted death's caress So now to suffer... He'd burn, discern That his second turn Would last for eternity In reckoning flames That night his plight marched in demented parades O'er a rainbow of black magic scars The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades Deep in the sleep of this heretic, barred The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved His epiphany struggled to come But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun All fears were smeared When Joan had appeared In a shower of tears Last vestige of innocence Yearning for her vision of divinity Of her miracles and dreamt lyrical deeds He would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissed And together they'd climb to God, entwined in bliss Devil may care He awed the court with a sworn confession Quickening there His radiant death And acute renewal Thus The end was glorious He went like Jesus trussed To shadow and to dust At the stroke of seven And With thieves at both his hands The Reaper of these lands Wept with holy plans As he choked to heaven |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
"So potent was the star under which I was born, that I have done what no one in the world has done, nor can ever do..." Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Little angles out to pastume once again Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom The superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to Tiffauges It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger It grows A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus save but the devil made him Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum |
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(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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[Gilles de Rais:]
Sometimes I beheaded them, with daggers, with poignards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole, or by a hook and cords and strangled them And when they were languishing, I committed with them the evils of the flesh The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken council with their lives Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behold blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles de Rais Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing Unmasked, the phantom lord de Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour There, throttled gasps are tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives where thrown in with the dead The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles de Rais Gilded Gilles de Rais Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled black skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes Caked in kissed goodbyes Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his burning back The evening air laps thick about The moat that Tiffuages claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Gotterdamerung Has started licking like a flame |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Eclipsing violent centuries
Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames Far from fairytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat Far from fairytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door Demanding pleasures to replace Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star Far from fairytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell Shat out of Hell Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
[Gilles de Rais:]
I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints To appear, in person So that you may speak to us And fulfill our desires Come at my bidding And I will grant you Whatever you want, however vile And the containing of my life He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of craven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race He would have his demon He would have his vice All save his soul was up for sacrifice Despite their raising not a single hair Everything stank of witchcraft there From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake He needed answers not advice Intending to devise A lengthy train of torture for the fool Who thought a seance would suffice Or sighted, furred in dragonflies The signature of Satan on a wall Sweetest Maleficia Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks He would have his demon He would have his gold Out of control Gilles' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviors [Gilles:] So I shall conjure thee Demons of the netherworld The air was sick with trepidation Despair and desperation Then he fixed his covenant in blood Now all was rich and tapestried Fragrant wine to shitty mead His new world opened with a claret flood Time was right, this wretched night To etch the circles clear again... As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through His last attempt to grasp at God Lay blackened in a holy fog And now there were only devils to pursue Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell Of Hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed Sweetest Maleficia Sweetest Maleficia |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Awaking in a sweat
Forsaking pleasure for regret Another night of blight had slowly passed The morning skies once fresh and bright Darkened down to near twilight Once could smell the end of days were coming fast Gilles wandered as in purgatory Beyond the grave of his estate Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry Were present save projected hatred He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt From guilt and doubt, there's no way out Ten leagues beneath contempt Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret His choired chapel sighed with his laments As accusations reached a roar Investigations breached the door He put up nothing save his favours in defense The Church stirred in it's Roman lair The grease had long been spent Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there Ten leagues beneath contempt [Gilles de Rais:] Alas, I was happier in the enjoyment of tortures, tears, fright, and blood Than in any other pleasure Just one falter One misplaced deed And Gilles would be undone As he teetered on the verge of defeat Profaning God's altar Bursting in on evening Mass He threatened there to crucify the priest Drunk on fiery wine With the storm lashing behind He then threw this Philistine To his foulest dungeon And money owed or not The Priest released or left to rot His blatant sacrilege begot A war machine of papal Rome They came for him in mourning splendor With the blessing of the Saints His fawning grin in sweet surrender A lesson in enforced restraint He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierced his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take He thought courts bought with golden crowns Rich Bishops he could tempt But traitor's gate was sought and found Ten leagues beneath contempt Ten leagues beneath contempt |
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[Gilles de Rais:]
Oh how my rampant desire Ripped from the presence of God Now hunger like a beast For the knowledge of evil When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendors past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis Devils sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror into menaces The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais Suetonius and Ovid Filled his moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Godspeed On The Devil`S Thunder (2008)
Gilles de Rais monologue:
"Her penultimate sighs Called softly on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears Lifting with truth And then, a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love" Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocent stare? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be they tense for warfare? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is calling for me? Prophecies of glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Devoted to the votive, holy standard above By command of the king of Heaven Came the death of... love Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they vilify me? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from its terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death, the death of love The righteous death of love Gilles adored her drama Her suit of pure white armor Blazed against the English in a torrent of light And as they rallied onto night A cancer fled his soul Dissolving Framed amidst the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She made him click without desire And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when they caught her breath Her words would leave a scar For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? How will you know if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee and label me pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they light my pyre? Aligned with Joan in all that was enthroned and divine He swore to score the crimes Jackdaws poured on this dove Crimes he knew alone derived from minds of the blind The church unfurled for murder perched upon the death of love Framed amidst the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She claimed the sky was lit with spires And in his eyes she swam a Goddess And even when she fought, for breath Her words would leave a scar For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars |
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[Gilles de Rais:]
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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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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)
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)
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 - 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)
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 - 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)
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Expect no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside these wailing walls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Peace Through Superior Firepower (2007)
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 - 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)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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 - 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)
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)
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 - Midian (2006)
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With her scent on my breath But then all to soon Came the hunger for flesh I held her in eyes like necropoli Laying her on a tomb with a view Lighting her from her feet To the stars in her hair Drove sweet blood to her throat And my lips parted there In the tone of splintered bone She screams benighted My limbs ignite A carnal carnivore On all fours to go An ebon Nemesis From torture gardens of Dis Having never breathed an Eve As far narcotic as this Two spellbound hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing Heaven out of focus Under quicksilver clouds God is maimed come let us prey To lunar deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte To cast our feral shadows there We made love bleed on a deathbed shared Where, begging me to feed To best be were I licked her wounds and ate her rare Argentinum-spurred Her wanton words incurred A sin-ridden tongue To open trading in fur Never were those gates of pearl So rubbed to their cusp Never were the Worlds above So bitten with the bestial Seraphim fell like guillotines Giving gracious head Instead of harking prophecies And how our brothers sang Amor E Morte Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting napes To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Unfasten thy masque Come skyclad to my arms Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen The chill keen of stars Over yew and deep wooded ravines A hidden meridian Where Midian may be In black antlered glades Encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name I buck under flames Animal nitrates Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore New lusts eclipsing lips That brought me to this verge of War With inner beasts unleashed To feast, fuck and run Rampart in chase of she wolf pacts Forged on heat with setting suns I love the night It would murder my soul Should I ever fall blind For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind The stampede of clouds From dusk's predatory sky Purple-versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to my Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist Dressed for the sepulchre My Demon bride God is maimed come let us prey To Lunar Deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte Ours was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting nape To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Amor E Morte More...More...More More...More...More Amor...Amor Amor E Morte Amor (Amor) Amor (Amor) Amor E Morte |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh A necrotic cattle brand The hissing downfall pentagram Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned But no Passover is planned A great renewal growls at hand And only when they′re running Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We raise the stakes To silhouette the impaled Crowds... Within this kissed disembowel arena A broken seal on an ancient curse Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach With lightning reach and genocidal thirst Mountains of archaos theories In collision as at planetary dawn Apocalypse′s razorbacks Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house Wherein spirits breathe out Halitosis of the soul From a recking abscess Plague of far righteousness All fates hang in the balance Mocking crucified dolls An inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned To burning effigies of our enemies well So begins the sibilant world Death knell... When a corpse wind howls And awakes from drowse The scheming dead freed Of gossamer shrouds We gorgonise eyes Of the storm aroused Red... Blinding time All lines dine on this instance A melting spool of beggar, negative frames The skies teem alive, to watch die Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves... Cthulhu dawn |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning Even if they′re madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls That fear the living′s toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today′s inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno Where even Virgil averts His eyes From the black mass mutual gang rape Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates To a world bloodlet to shades Where Seraphim (Falling on deaf ears) bleat Of their cold and coming Master′s race In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon Chimiracles will hatch like plots To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust! Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want He betrayed us with white lies His acrid pall as of the tomb Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos Folding to far graver arms A downfall fatal to all resounds As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings Under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning Like the robes we′ve torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest Lest We are left with nothingness Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse Then the comets that graxe nightskies Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It′s rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah′s true name is naught Chist acannot save Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps Spells of regret... Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appeitites... "We′ve woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World′s end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it′s worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty Prey to phallus seas That hiss and foam to douse disease A storm roars on the way Blacker than the Ace of Rapes Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..." |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
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 - Midian (2006)
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod′s given Reich Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight And Hell knows we sought victory Chancing the leash But when bad die were cast We were cast down to die A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies have crawled, vilified Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives For eternity is a coprophagic Backward figure head Gorging on Her own bitter end And We have eaten shit Until we′re close to addicts Now grime is running out For us to make amends To retake what once was lost To exalt our throne above the stars of God "To throw our fuck into gates and guts Of a severed neverland Where we, the damned Once pleasured ran Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be crossed To exalt our throne above the stars of God The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... Throwing shades of war before like prophecy Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep ...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken And when sultry Dusk disrobes they′ll learn She is not a natural blonde For the lower She goes the darker it grows An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan Screams congeal in clotted pearl As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra As lighting streaks with fire Black clouds that shroud the Earth Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories But now the Sun is loath to come The crescent moon is freed... Elated Satan The scimitar slash to the undergash Of Heaven too slight for penetration We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt Like a convent where crosses rust From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun There where deeper needs are begged of lust And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger And Death′s tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams Feasting from throats of celestial theives And God knows we seek victory Now that we are unleashed To drive nails home of blind faith through those Who drove us from error to terror below Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies Tarred with red honey, the plaster Of many a spire that aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The World was our cloister No prayer, bent in shame Our once lucent plumage Stung with horn withered grey... and away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth Revenge accrued to a monolith Bursting through from our roofed abyss Like an aether greased fist Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed Our horror pours through the orifice Where once the spheres and archangels kissed Phallelujah! Fellated Satan His coming assails The Night In Gales That bewail turned tides That engulf their nation Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth In a darkened high house Overrun by disease So let the truth be wrung That the Banished Ones intent On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of their rot Now our souls exult above the stars of God |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian A long fabled Judecca A sanctuary for sin To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold The searing sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin To rival Heaven Above Eden's birth defects Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse A nightly rite of teeth and cunt For those below who rose to hunt Saw sights that preyed on me for days And in laudenum's haze I painted them all The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Crotesques and wolves in womens' skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargazers dare Ascend like prayer Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat Purient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When my Deviliverers come from fog for me Please come for me Exhuming the moon Through the bars in my room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites come to clame me from you No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict Hell Midian |
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from 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 Resident Evil: Apocalypse: Music from and Inspired by The Original Motion Picture (레지던트 이블 2) [omnibus, ost] (2004)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Cradle Of Filth 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)
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)
Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens Another coils there Where twice you sliced all hope from me And left these present scars An insane love now burns above The weft of incandescent stars Hilt your dripping fangs that range Skywards to rend apart I might have sang of wings unchained But long before I locked my heart For Gabrielle A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts Whose beauty fostered poets Whose laugh like silver belts Thawed your bitter winter from my path Gabrielle Foul snake despair Where once you peddled secrets Another spoils there With speech that sweetens drowning In deep lagoons of eyes And legs that begged apologies For lengths that mesmerised Spare your hissing sentiments For her fee welts more than thine Though no malice she weans Just a palace of dreams Where windswept chambers pine For Gabrielle Whose hair-spun onyx is run with gold Her rouge lips smack of dark blood Her name in whisper rolls Forever on my tongue Lest her memory dissolve Gabrielle Oh, Gabrielle Once crucified I would have died A thousand more times Just to feel her breath On my neck as a fervent lover To drown her sighs In floods of tears so well refined And blind from spying her In the arms of others Gabrielle Gabrielle Buried inside Where she's all but mine Save for those that dine Oh her, on her perfect carcass Gabrielle Gabrielle Foul snake despair Where once you wreaked my misery Another toils there For long lost Gabrielle Whose nightly spreading grin Persists in other faces By whom I'm slowly taken in |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind In place of eve a bitter parody hails Daggers from the swagger Of a sodomite's concubine Bine (Bine) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave My preference leans to killing you quickly Scissored in the gizzard That a heart no more maintains But I am tied To the labyrinth and the beast The one-way track of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan's agents were perversion to bear Side to side with their diversions You use to guide my fingers there Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Dirty little gold digger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Nothing is above you save a boreal light That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice And below you, will I see you tonight Glower from your tower Built of ivory and spite? For I am torn Between the sheets that keep me borne And the teeth of a storm They reap then rend my stanzas Click your heels Three times six The stars are fixed May I climb and get you one? The palace at Versailles never held your tongue Nor did heaven ever weather The crosses that you came upon Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Dirty little soul frigger Cunt (Cunt) Gilded cunt Oh, you gilded cunt Cunt Cunt Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole Take your pain and shove it up your asshole |
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from Cradle Of Filth 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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