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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses We will touch the divine Through kisses catharsis Let us pitch to the seven-year itch Of the ultra-decadent To a tainted world and the painted girls That our fantasies spent Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams A toast to those most sacrilegious of days Where for every whim won One soon repays We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned We have spent our time Drenched in opulent splendour But when midnight chimes Will gilded souls surrender? Let us drink on the giddying brink Of pools of excrement All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz Mephistopheles lent I remember the night as if it were engraved A bright marble bridge stretched across the dark waves To the shore from the moon and by her grace Came that erudite stranger That fucker He was a predator, creditor cold Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll And all that glittered was not gold But we wanted everything And for it all, lost our souls Come my friend, to fate let's raise Two finger shots at this our last soiree For tomorrow I fear Swoops all too deadly near This precipitous weir to Hell's high gate We touched the stars That now laugh from afar At we, the damned The damned The damned The damned He was a preditor, creditor, cold. Our blood was shed on the yellowing scroll. And all that glittered, was not gold. But we wanted everything, And for it all, lost our souls. Our souls For it all lost our souls Our souls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
All hope in eclipse
A thousand nights one succored me In the shadow of miss anne thropy- Sat gargoyle-limbed amid my licking flame A cruel tongue at work in her secret vaults Sent rebellion's embers into revolt The coming of extinction Synched to whimpers of my name... Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanity An acid reign to purify the world The asp at pharoah's breast The atom split under duress A sniper at the gates of spattered pearl My heart, torn apart, left a rifled grave... Save for an unfurled flag of hate To enthrall a mindless zombie race All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse Black bibles I inscribed, The words "damnation throughout design" Seemed a bitter truth far better for the lie For as hope was felled by reason Forlorn became the season And death was swift to swallow on the heels of life Loered souls, growing cold, tendered easy prey When heaven's flock, a fair game, dropped I bored of war with god with greater thrones to Claim... All heil, all heil, all heil the libertine's wish All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse (There was not a prayer left in this wretched world) Then between the past and the ravening dark A sly messiah came In the thick of treaty with obligatory greed She stole the soul hate had sold away An ancient chill blew down the centuries That night atonement's eyes Lit a burning man in me When love lay bleeding And fates safe feeding From wounds gored 'neath Those cherubic wings She of kindred light Gladly sacrificed Eternity Just to be With me As the moon who's silvered fingers play On words and dreams too cursed for day She led my hand to lands I'd not accrued Where the faun dawn bathed her golden hair And faith renewed, leapt joyous there I praised their worth, then planned their conquest Too... All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse All heil, all heil, all heil the libertine's wish All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse ... And ignorance is truly bliss |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With her scent on my breath But then all to soon Came the hunger for flesh I held her in eyes like necropoli Laying her on a tomb with a view Lighting her from her feet To the stars in her hair Drove sweet blood to her throat And my lips parted there In the tone of splintered bone She screams benighted My limbs ignite A carnal carnivore On all fours to go An ebon Nemesis From torture gardens of Dis Having never breathed an Eve As far narcotic as this Two spellbound hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing Heaven out of focus Under quicksilver clouds God is maimed come let us prey To lunar deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte To cast our feral shadows there We made love bleed on a deathbed shared Where, begging me to feed To best be were I licked her wounds and ate her rare Argentinum-spurred Her wanton words incurred A sin-ridden tongue To open trading in fur Never were those gates of pearl So rubbed to their cusp Never were the Worlds above So bitten with the bestial Seraphim fell like guillotines Giving gracious head Instead of harking prophecies And how our brothers sang Amor E Morte Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting napes To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Unfasten thy masque Come skyclad to my arms Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen The chill keen of stars Over yew and deep wooded ravines A hidden meridian Where Midian may be In black antlered glades Encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name I buck under flames Animal nitrates Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore New lusts eclipsing lips That brought me to this verge of War With inner beasts unleashed To feast, fuck and run Rampart in chase of she wolf pacts Forged on heat with setting suns I love the night It would murder my soul Should I ever fall blind For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind The stampede of clouds From dusk's predatory sky Purple-versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to my Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist Dressed for the sepulchre My Demon bride God is maimed come let us prey To Lunar Deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte Ours was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting nape To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Amor E Morte More...More...More More...More...More Amor...Amor Amor E Morte Amor (Amor) Amor (Amor) Amor E Morte |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Her bouquets are wilted
Too long has she slept Their cruel red mouths darkened To bowed silhouettes I saw in a new moon With her scent on my breath But then all to soon Came the hunger for flesh I held her in eyes like necropoli Laying her on a tomb with a view Lighting her from her feet To the stars in her hair Drove sweet blood to her throat And my lips parted there In the tone of splintered bone She screams benighted My limbs ignite A carnal carnivore On all fours to go An ebon Nemesis From torture gardens of Dis Having never breathed an Eve As far narcotic as this Two spellbound hellhounds Hearts pounding loud Racing Heaven out of focus Under quicksilver clouds God is maimed come let us prey To lunar deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte To cast our feral shadows there We made love bleed on a deathbed shared Where, begging me to feed To best be were I licked her wounds and ate her rare Argentinum-spurred Her wanton words incurred A sin-ridden tongue To open trading in fur Never were those gates of pearl So rubbed to their cusp Never were the Worlds above So bitten with the bestial Seraphim fell like guillotines Giving gracious head Instead of harking prophecies And how our brothers sang Amor E Morte Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting napes To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Unfasten thy masque Come skyclad to my arms Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet I yearn musky valleys that no man hath seen The chill keen of stars Over yew and deep wooded ravines A hidden meridian Where Midian may be In black antlered glades Encunted in this forest Goddess She whispers my name I buck under flames Animal nitrates Howling through my veins I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore New lusts eclipsing lips That brought me to this verge of War With inner beasts unleashed To feast, fuck and run Rampart in chase of she wolf pacts Forged on heat with setting suns I love the night It would murder my soul Should I ever fall blind For though thy flesh haunts I keep also in mind The stampede of clouds From dusk's predatory sky Purple-versed like the funeral hearse That first turned thee over to my Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist Dressed for the sepulchre My Demon bride God is maimed come let us prey To Lunar Deities that pave deadways Twixt the living and the grave Amor E Morte Ours was a chorus for raucous souls Shifting shape and lifting nape To commemorate Erotic stains Amor E Morte Amor E Morte More...More...More More...More...More Amor...Amor Amor E Morte Amor (Amor) Amor (Amor) Amor E Morte |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
She is open wide, se isn't hard to please
She drive me fucking wild, I want her on her knees She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist She sucks me to the core (Now) I can't take no more That bitch She turns me to a beast Bestial lust (Come on) Bitch Each tendon muscle rippling, she drink my sove with greed She fuck my helpless body and she just raise the speed She let her wet tongue roll, I gasp and can't control She is hot and drives me wild and still she is open wide Just when this torture seems to end She is there to drain my sove again (Come on ride, to ride on me bitch) Bestial lust |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
Born In A Burial Gown
Sibilant and macabre Wallpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge --An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest's bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe-- Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peak Tried once concealing Hell A snow white line of divine freaks In riot, where they fell... The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delight for seven days and seven festival nights What wicked wonders lie within the confines Of the panther's den She watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue The restless spirit of a Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Of gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhored by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Unloosed the chain of her God-given cross Seduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her repose In a carnival of souls sold and similarly lost Too many decades misfit and mislaid In innocence, a tender legend of prey Parades Her second coming, now they're running afraid Spawned scorned, abhored by the aerial She was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarial She was found Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator's guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart for a while Then matches it beat, sinking in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease Espied by the cross on the wall And should she awake, through embrace or mistake She would take jesus Blest foot forward and all... Sibilant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in it's arms Dancing on Her grave... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame Cemetery and sundown Against the flora of nightfall We gather like the fauna of war To curse Aurora so spiteful With her stake in the coming of dawn To conjure forth the past Those heady nights of pain resplendent In the service of the Goddess of Death When her sheets ran royalty-red Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonine pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide Too long have we skulked like drifters In the cities of the neon sun Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters Mona Lisas where the paint has run I miss our glorious past Our nightly flights of fear dependent Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine When the song bird broke her neck Wolves howl their fogbound serenades Churches arch their backs with balustrades Praise be to the shedding of masquerades When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid Of the covenant made… Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat There is murder in the thirst Rich red vascular tapestries Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep In dreams where themes of bestiality Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep Sermons hang a black gown Over cemetery and sundown Now the clock is harrying midnight And the ghost of yet-to-come Will she show rewrites of dark delight Or the sewers we've overrun? I see a winter palace Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit As I threw her to it bled We rise with the sun in the underworld We suffer from a graveless name We prise wide lids And wounds with lips curled Over teeth that have tasted shame We walk this Eden, a secret Faces hidden under Leonid pride In dusk's embrace We find it hard to keep it When blood and lust and waking worlds collide |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
The time has come to rise again
Freedom, lift thy sewage hem Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul The stars I have grasped Are so far lonely constellations And wishing on those stars My spirit bars annihilation From earthen miseries Hosts of most fell forms of greed Ghosts of pearly gate remissions Forever haunting me Slit the witch and watch him bleed As with any inquisition Lying from the start The preachers plied their craft Scoffing elder glories And dying, I depart To make their sunken hearts A coffin for their stories The time is past to falter when Freedom slips my sombre pen And the gates to wolves break open then My feelings may seem constant prey But claws no more will rake me Those whores have fled to darker days Above and beyond I have wronged in my position But now the winds are strong To soar from Babel's vision Of cutthroat jealousies Dock to dock, these mongrels breed Dogs of fogged derision Pacing, soon to be Back to pack mentality When my killing moon is risen Trying from the start These creatures of the dark Were quaffing morning glories And dying, I depart To make their drunken hearts A coffin for their stories Innovation in ovation Imagination stirs Somewhere the dusk is lining Red the shore of a roaring sea And though loved there, someone is pining For waves of blood to run and rescue me For waves of blood to rescue me To run and run and run and run The time has come to rise again Freedom lift thy sewage hem Free from beasts and skewered men My dreams unroll Ten thousand fold Their world will never take me They will never desecrate my soul Their world will never break me They will never desecrate my soul |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh A necrotic cattle brand The hissing downfall pentagram Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned But no Passover is planned A great renewal growls at hand And only when they′re running Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We raise the stakes To silhouette the impaled Crowds... Within this kissed disembowel arena A broken seal on an ancient curse Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach With lightning reach and genocidal thirst Mountains of archaos theories In collision as at planetary dawn Apocalypse′s razorbacks Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house Wherein spirits breathe out Halitosis of the soul From a recking abscess Plague of far righteousness All fates hang in the balance Mocking crucified dolls An inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned To burning effigies of our enemies well So begins the sibilant world Death knell... When a corpse wind howls And awakes from drowse The scheming dead freed Of gossamer shrouds We gorgonise eyes Of the storm aroused Red... Blinding time All lines dine on this instance A melting spool of beggar, negative frames The skies teem alive, to watch die Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves... Cthulhu dawn |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Spatter the stars
Douse their luminosity With our amniotic retch Promulgating the birth Of another Hell on Earth Shadows gather poisoned henna for the flesh A necrotic cattle brand The hissing downfall pentagram Carven deep upon the church doors of the damned But no Passover is planned A great renewal growls at hand And only when they′re running Will they come to understand... So ends the pitiful reign of Man When the moon exhales Behind a veil Of widowhood and clouds On a Biblical scale We raise the stakes To silhouette the impaled Crowds... Within this kissed disembowel arena A broken seal on an ancient curse Unleashes beasts from the seismic breach With lightning reach and genocidal thirst Mountains of archaos theories In collision as at planetary dawn Apocalypse′s razorbacks Beat wings on glass as thunder cracks Unfurled across a world hurled to the black Cthulhu dawn Shatter the glass house Wherein spirits breathe out Halitosis of the soul From a recking abscess Plague of far righteousness All fates hang in the balance Mocking crucified dolls An inquisition outs When the Sun goes out our powers Will extend throughout Heaven like Asphodel As they have for countless lustrum In dark Midian accustoned To burning effigies of our enemies well So begins the sibilant world Death knell... When a corpse wind howls And awakes from drowse The scheming dead freed Of gossamer shrouds We gorgonise eyes Of the storm aroused Red... Blinding time All lines dine on this instance A melting spool of beggar, negative frames The skies teem alive, to watch die Mankind hauled to fable in vast tenement graves... Cthulhu dawn |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning Even if they′re madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls That fear the living′s toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today′s inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno Where even Virgil averts His eyes From the black mass mutual gang rape Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates To a world bloodlet to shades Where Seraphim (Falling on deaf ears) bleat Of their cold and coming Master′s race In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon Chimiracles will hatch like plots To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust! Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want He betrayed us with white lies His acrid pall as of the tomb Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos Folding to far graver arms A downfall fatal to all resounds As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings Under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning Like the robes we′ve torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest Lest We are left with nothingness Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse Then the comets that graxe nightskies Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It′s rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah′s true name is naught Chist acannot save Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps Spells of regret... Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appeitites... "We′ve woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World′s end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it′s worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty Prey to phallus seas That hiss and foam to douse disease A storm roars on the way Blacker than the Ace of Rapes Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..." |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Come distortured artists
Bitter things seek meaning Even if they′re madness to behold Once forbears to horizons Where the dead stayed dreaming Now nightmares waken souls That fear the living′s toll Gova, Bosch and Brueghel Three times moonwise stain thy graves For words alone are at loss to trace The face of today′s inhuman wraith One half adrift in the vast abyss Of despair and misery The other a mask of rich red lips Whetted by the fevers of belief and greed All damned in this inferno Where even Virgil averts His eyes From the black mass mutual gang rape Of Caesing hands an forced divides Trespass these seven gates To a world bloodlet to shades Where Seraphim (Falling on deaf ears) bleat Of their cold and coming Master′s race In the seweres of Babylon Stillborn to a trough anon Chimiracles will hatch like plots To dredge faeces to pearl their cross Enter Penteholocaust! Five Aeons past, yet still Man grasps At final straws to save his cast His Lord is a leper we shall not want He betrayed us with white lies His acrid pall as of the tomb Reminds us how we rot inside Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appetites... Holding court to chaos Folding to far graver arms A downfall fatal to all resounds As orgies peak in self centred psalms And Nature screams Her sufferings Under bowed and cankered wings A bleak scorched Earth necrotica burning Like the robes we′ve torn from Her She begs Us lay Her pain to rest Lest We are left with nothingness Save for Her stripped and ravished flesh And if Her fate is not portent of Apocalypse Then the comets that graxe nightskies Will surely cleanse of wrongs and reichs When you and I and all else dies... It′s rotting down This carcass Maggotropolis Interdependent as worms to the grave Allah′s true name is naught Chist acannot save Locked in a waltz of evermore frantic steps Spells of regret... Death Magick for Adepts Be prepared to fulfill prophecies The glorious fall of a sin dynasty Gutted like fool′s paradise Glutted on cruel appeitites... "We′ve woven hearts a thorn arbour Left tear streaked reason upon the shore And bereft of compass, star or more Set out for this World′s end Few at the prow, most slave below Painting coal a perfect gold But for all it′s worth, the engines slow Dead in the brine again Come cabin fever, sodomy on the bounty Prey to phallus seas That hiss and foam to douse disease A storm roars on the way Blacker than the Ace of Rapes Dealt out by Death in darkwood glades Our Ship of Fools, all boards handmade Sinks, dashed by seismic waves..." |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
I've had nothing but bad luck
Since the day I saw the cat at my door So I came into you, sweet lady Answering your mystical call Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes And I knew it was a spell she cast She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind Give me the ring on your finger Let me see the lines on your hand I can see me a tall dark stranger Giving you what you hadn't planned I drank the potion she offered me I found myself on the floor Then I looked into those big green eyes And I wondered what I'd come there for She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you from behind If you're out on a moonlit night Be careful of them neighborhood strays Of a lady with long black hair Tryin' to win you with nymphetamine ways Crystal ball on the table Showing the future, the past Same cat with them evil eyes You'd better get out of there fast She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you She's just a devil woman With evil on her mind Beware the devil woman She's gonna get you... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
(Backwards)
Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
Carrion my name
For those who choose to mouth the curse A tragic serenade With Judas in my stride The Gothic halls of shame Where statues coldly hold no worse Than the murders I reclaim From a dark, forsaken time Kissing heaven, spent He wipes lips free of his hectic discharge Wishing to repent For the brute that ravaged free In slight hands beauty weeps Conquest's deep methodical screwing Hurt repeatedly Like the world wound at his feet Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come A savage bit without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom The storms above us hew As lightning runs like bifurcate tongues Deflowering two by two Hissing, malcontent He storms the skies on electric discharge Pissing in contempt On the effigies of the weak Killing all resolve The great beast simmers, his scarlet women Spit their vitriol On the terrified face of peace Dirge Inferno As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow Our past at last has come A hellbound heart, the rose and thorn Have locked to hasten blood The moon disrobes, to harden droves Of legions pouring These rivers press, his breath adorns Senates and enemy seats Whilst his power takes as ingratitude The writhing of the weak "Wormwood my name The poisoned star that fell to earth And blistered free of shame In the pits of self-rebirth Now those caves become a farret Overseeing endless barracks As the waters turn to claret And the Vatican satins burn |
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from Cradle Of Filth 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 - 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 - Midian (2006)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams But on, no tears please Fear and pain may accompany Death But it is desire that shepherds it′s certainty as We shall see..." She was divinity′s creature That kissed in cold mirrors A Queen of Snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Dark liqoured eyes An Arabian nightmare... She shone on watercolours Of my pondlife as pearl Until those who couldn′t have Her Cut Her free of this World That fateful Eve when.. The trees stank of sunset and camphor Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw An inquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast On my love picking rue by the light of the moon Putting reason to flight Or to death as their way They crept through woods mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Of Her hips that held sway Over all they surveyed Save a mist on the rise (A deadly blessing to hide) Her ghost in the fog They raped and left... (Five men of God) ...Her ghost in the fog Dawn discovered Her there Beneath the Cedar′s stare Silk dress torn, Her raven hair Flown to gown Her beauty bared Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost I wept ′til tears crept back to prayer She′d sworn Me vows in fragrant blood "Never to part Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts" Then this I screamed: "Come back to Me I was born in love with thee So why should fate stand inbetween?" And as I drowned Her gentle curves With dreams unsaid and final words I espied a gleam trodden to earth The Church bell tower key... The village mourned her by the by For She′d been a witch their Men had longed to try And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs My tortured soul on... ice A Queen of snow Far beyond compare Lips attuned to symmetry Sought Her everywhere Trappistine eyes An Arabian nightmare... She was Ersulie possessed Of a milky white skin My porcelain Yin A graceful Angel of Sin And so for Her... The breeze stank of sunset and camphor My lantern chased Her phantom and blew Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed... Putting reason to flight Or to flame unashamed I swept form cries Mesmerized By the taffeta Ley Or Her hips that held sway Over all those at bay Save a mist on the rise A final blessing to hide Her ghost in the fog And I embraced Where lovers rot... Her ghost in the fog Her ghost in the fog |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - Midian (2006)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on my come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through Aah! Nostalgia grows Now times nine or ten Within this vice den called a soul Dying resurrection I dig deep to come again The spasm of orgasm on a roll... I live the slow serrated rape The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate Victims force fed thair own face Tear stains upon the drape I should compare them To a warm Summer′s day But to the letter, it is better To lichen their names to a grave Counting My years on an abacus strung With labial rings and heartstrings undone Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead The bonesaw on the backseat On this bitter night of giving head A sharp rear entry, an exit in red Lump in the throat, on My come choke The killing joke worn thin with breath Horrorscopes My diorama A twelve part (so far) psychodrama Another chained I mean to harm Her Inside as well as out A perverts gasp inside the mask I′m hard, blow My house of cards All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts In brute vermillion parts... Now I slither through the hairline cracks In sanity, best watch your back Possessed with levering Hell′s gates wide Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack My ambition is to slay anon A sinner in the hands of a dirty God Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais Of light where faith leads truth astray I slit guts guts and free the moistest facces Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within "My heart was a wardrum beat By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults When number thirteen fell in My lap Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled At the blurred edges or reason ′til I was fulfilled Whors d′oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades She went out like the light in My mind Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine... Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously But when has ONE been able TO best seperate the THREE? I know I′m sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do Aah, aah, ahh, I′ll let you sleep when I am through..." The suspect shadow sher they least Expect My burning grasp to reach The stranglehold, the opened arms Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred Rainbows that My razors wrung Midst Her screams and seams undone Sung at the top of punctured lungs I bite My spiteful tongue Lest curses spat from primal lairs Freeze romance where Angels, bare Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair I weep, they merely stare... And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
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 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away We are gashing from a venomous womb Burning bright, dead of night Pyres stain a milky way Lust is splashing the dark side of the moon In the Samhain mist We lay in welcome by the western gate With the five fold kiss For every soul returning From the fecund abyss Where nature's travesties congregate With a stone cold wish To see the wicker man burning The wind, she whispers Through the graveyards of our hearts Wreathed in dreams As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark Medusa and Hemlock Harvest past, fires cast Ashen shades this Halloween We are set now to Beherit the earth Widdershins, death begins To fashion fete to gallow scenes Sprits rising to discredit rebirth In the Samhain mist We lay in welcome by the western gate With the five fold kiss For every soul returning From the fecund abyss Where nature's travesties congregate With a stone cold wish To see the wicker man burning The wind, she flitters Through the forest of our hearts Wreathed in leaves As she weaves her witchcraft We breathe, enamoured Of the conquering dark I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair Plot your face, then ascending marble stares You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair Tasting my blood That runs from worming tongue like prayer Under pagan veneer snakes a fear That makes the stars Grieve, just to be Uncharted on this eve When part of me chars a path Through your heavenly constellations Medusa and Hemlock Back to black, hinges crack Rituals call obscenities Sheets of demons rush insanity skies Tread the salt; the dead exult Preachers beg our clemency Seeking warmth in humanity's eyes We who kept the candle by the vault We who kept the candle on the cult |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Expect no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside these wailing walls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Peace Through Superior Firepower (2007)
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see dead stars collide In her cold unflinching powerslide Comets tear the skies Gushing from a shattered silence Never so alive Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines Minds desanitized Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence Darkness fantasised Sleek and polished black Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and mute their staves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft their future graves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising Expect no love When she enters your golden halls Millennial the whore Riding wide astride the horns of madness Clarions forth the war Spilling the wine of her fornication Perrenial the gore Filling the lines between split nations Seeping under doors In time tides force a wider crack Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Licks the royal milk The scourge hangs at her girdle Death slathers near her heel Seeking blood to curdle When the gathered clouds reveal Her roared abortive labour Thighs slick with molten steel Dripping into sabres For Vulcan spawn to wield Instrumental in stripping gods To neuter and lash her slaves Thereafter Her laughter Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves Heavens above Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new caste rising Expect no love When they enter your golden halls On sanguine floods Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving Skewered like doves Outside these wailing walls |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Nymphetamine (2007)
Mr. Crowley, what went wrong in your head?
Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk with the dead? Your lifestyle to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah, you waited on Satan's call Mr. Charming, did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirth Go Mr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse? Oh, Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic, of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that mating call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wall Was it polemically sent? I want to know what you meant I want to know I want to know what you meant Go |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Tonight is the night
The empowering wind that draws breath from despite Roars 'neath my wings as I soar with the end in sight Choirs ignite A swansong for Leda Deathknells for Troy Tragedy blooms from one act I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter's eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight So strike up the skies The diction of thunder God-given rites No fiction can deafen the fact I am nemesis Cowled in the utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world The is no compromise No piped lament To stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I paralysed Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis Nemesis Tonight is the night The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb Shifts like the season's unease at the hands of doom Restless inside Her split underbelly Suitored with flies Martial bowels now contract I am nemesis Poured in my arms When my daughter's eyelids closed I swore to slaughter those Who stole my ray of moonlight Never again Our enemies entertained I toy at the clasp of her chain And remember the fight Cowled in utter grief I am the priest of a new disorder Whose flag unfurled Bears a hatred for the western world There is no compromise No piped lament to stay the blind Just a shrike cacophony of war Ashes ember, fires rise No longer am I Palestined Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Black is my heart Black is my heart Black is my heart I am nemesis Nemesis |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
No Time to Cry
It's just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too but it's... (CHORUS) (no no no) No time for heartache (no no no) No time to run and hide (no no no) No time for breaking down (no no no) No time to cry Sometimes in the world as is you've Got to shake the hand that feeds you It's just like Adam says It's not so hard to understand It's just like always coming down on Just like Jesus never came and What did you expect to find It's just like always here again it's... (CHORUS) Everything will be alright Everything will turn out fine Some nights I still can't sleep And the voices pass with time And I keep (repeat) No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry (CHORUS) |
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from Resident Evil: Apocalypse: Music from and Inspired by The Original Motion Picture (레지던트 이블 2) [omnibus, ost] (2004)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Peace Through Superior Firepower (2007)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Lead to the river
Midsummer, I waved A 'V' of black swans On with hope to the grave All through Red September With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the holy ones Cold was my soul Untold was the pain I faced when you left me A rose in the rain So I swore to the razor That never, enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I am circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt (Keeping Sodom at night at bay) Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance to the moon As we did in those golden days Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay Bared on your tomb I am a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the binds of your lowliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolours all with tunnel vision Sunsetter Nymphetamine Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission None better Nymphetamine Sunsetter Nymphetamine None better Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - 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 - 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 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps
Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps Of Hell where fallen thy dreams, silently Spread her wide |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
Sunset, expect
This to be your last with Our vast return As Death is set At three sixes where hill-beacons burn Darkness, undress Your descending skirts yield a thirsting altar Blood-red, yet still unfed Lips distend ending time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified... the slaughter Lightning freezes seven Outtakes from the rape of the world Sins expelled from Heaven Now befoul from the bowels of Hell Where the tragic in theory and practice fell Last prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal saviours Strung where crippled vultures dare Golgotha Coughs another cross to grave God's failure One the forest spired Nurtured in Nature's heart Now great cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm As Her children toy with razors Sightless and deeply scarred And the moon arose to phase Her Cracks a grin so wide it hides the stars And lights Our path Back through the shattered glass Where the tragic in theory and practice meet Deranged, uncaged We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Sorched Earth, rebirth Disintered in the writhe of the lone survivor Whose worth is worse than the curse Of Sardonicus choking on his own saliva Who shares the last laugh now Dead wedded fates fulfil their vows? Foot in mouth of sacred cows Facedown in dust and poisened ground... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
I pace, alone
In a place for the dead Overcome by woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet Mary, Dressed in gray Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that bend In rivers, like sinners Swept with me to join the damned A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me So farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshipped under Fall farther, their Father Lies in wait in flames below Whilst my love, a blood red flower Calls to me from verdant bowers Graveside, I cry Please save me from this Hell I know A darkened sky The day that laughter died Fell swiftly into night And stayed within Her sight Staring at the knife Oh God, how easy now to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me An eye for an eye as espied in the bible My faith is lost to the burning of idols One less cross to press upon the survival Of this lorded agony And I, (much as I have tried To bury Her from mind, Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...) Still sense Her presence so divine Lithe arms about my throat like pining swans entwined Footfalls at nightfall close to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedars See Her face in every natural feature Midst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever... With glee deceiving me Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release I hear Her voice from where the grave defies Her Sirensong to sing along, no finer Suicide notes, harmonised in a minor Strike a chord with misery No light nor reef No unsinkable of romance keeps me Safely from the stormy seas Now drowning, resounding Death-knells pound my dreams Unthinkable to dredge through this Listless and lonely winter freeze A darkened sky This day hereafter dies Falls swiftly into night And stays within my sight Staring at the knife Oh God, what ease it was to sacrifice My life, to have Her with me No more a victim of crusade Where souls are strung from moral palisades I slit my wrist and quickly slip away... I journey now on jewelled sands Beneath a moon to Summerlands To grace Her lips with contraband The blaze once in my veins |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
Through acrid clouds of summer flies
The garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene I watch the storm approaching The darkness calls my name The trees are growing restless They feel the season change Their fruit has putrefied Forbidden once and bound to die The thread of life lies severed On the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled Towers tall that grip the sun Talons stretch 'neath her veil Reclamation, our time has come Our time has come Autumn spreads its golden wings And lays the path for those unseen A tangled web of evil spun at last Winter spawn from barren thighs To readdress, to slay the blind And throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall How many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their God of bridled love Assuage our rule from planes above Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war? War! Wrest askew the nails That have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning Burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection Of a world that seeks no end We are what we are, what we shall be, again Again Appear; draped in terror To the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red And let the others Summer's dying |
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from Cradle Of Filth 6집 - Nymphetamine (2004)
Forgive the day's last serenades
Her skies, they bruise like Nordic women Deep crimson stains That Death would claim His robes of office swim in As would I For his dark eye Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe On charred remains With shared disdain For those I chose to mortify Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa A verse for her whispered to the earth (A lover's curse is a see-through coffin) Praises her curves so oft concurred Though she was No Snow White on the night she died Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and secrets pried For on and in they spread her wide That seraph bride The Devil's pride Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise But they would writhe For my dark eye Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's On Esther's reign And in this vein I saw their lust still stain her thighs Their cries Have paralysed And the smoke has choked these vistas But still I lie Though tears have died On the grave of my Clarissa Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry I was No dark knight, breaking men like ice I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over Lipped with blood and last goodbyes Now I dream Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion Where beauty streams Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come To tear out her spells In red lettered cells Wherein even the crown prince of Hell Come out of his arrogant shell Would falter to better But her face soon dispels And as black feathers fell From heaven's smoke So I woke to insanity Her exquisite corpse Found fit for their sport Of course Would burn on the morrow with me And there on this night Strung up in my sight Naked she sways Displayed for their vulgar delight I scream through my bars at the stars That for these crimes of mine solace me I will fear not the flames That to passion are tame Not nearly the same searing pain (I pray) As held sway upon losing her Nor the mettle of roars That will settle like ashes and scores As with our ghosts in the fog When we both turn no more |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod′s given Reich Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight And Hell knows we sought victory Chancing the leash But when bad die were cast We were cast down to die A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies have crawled, vilified Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives For eternity is a coprophagic Backward figure head Gorging on Her own bitter end And We have eaten shit Until we′re close to addicts Now grime is running out For us to make amends To retake what once was lost To exalt our throne above the stars of God "To throw our fuck into gates and guts Of a severed neverland Where we, the damned Once pleasured ran Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be crossed To exalt our throne above the stars of God The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... Throwing shades of war before like prophecy Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep ...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken And when sultry Dusk disrobes they′ll learn She is not a natural blonde For the lower She goes the darker it grows An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan Screams congeal in clotted pearl As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra As lighting streaks with fire Black clouds that shroud the Earth Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories But now the Sun is loath to come The crescent moon is freed... Elated Satan The scimitar slash to the undergash Of Heaven too slight for penetration We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt Like a convent where crosses rust From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun There where deeper needs are begged of lust And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger And Death′s tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams Feasting from throats of celestial theives And God knows we seek victory Now that we are unleashed To drive nails home of blind faith through those Who drove us from error to terror below Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies Tarred with red honey, the plaster Of many a spire that aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The World was our cloister No prayer, bent in shame Our once lucent plumage Stung with horn withered grey... and away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth Revenge accrued to a monolith Bursting through from our roofed abyss Like an aether greased fist Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed Our horror pours through the orifice Where once the spheres and archangels kissed Phallelujah! Fellated Satan His coming assails The Night In Gales That bewail turned tides That engulf their nation Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth In a darkened high house Overrun by disease So let the truth be wrung That the Banished Ones intent On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of their rot Now our souls exult above the stars of God |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Biblical choirs soar beyond veiled light
A swansong for ravens trapped flapping in night A tragic yet magickal fall from grace Too awful to taste for the led and the chaste Those whose long fetters are addressed to all saints Free shining souls torn from Giod′s given Reich Defiled, reviled, exiled from sight And Hell knows we sought victory Chancing the leash But when bad die were cast We were cast down to die A steeple of needles thrust into our eyes So scholars might say we were blinded by pride Like the sin of Our Father (and the whims of our kind) Whom in Isaiah and Midian thrived Regaining His sights for the storming of skies... And after descenturies have crawled, vilified Our dark harkened day on spread wing now arrives For eternity is a coprophagic Backward figure head Gorging on Her own bitter end And We have eaten shit Until we′re close to addicts Now grime is running out For us to make amends To retake what once was lost To exalt our throne above the stars of God "To throw our fuck into gates and guts Of a severed neverland Where we, the damned Once pleasured ran Like seamen from the phallus sea" Atrocious oceans must be crossed To exalt our throne above the stars of God The thirteenth sign of the Zodiac climbs Cowled and scythed to snuff the sunrise... Throwing shades of war before like prophecy Nightbreed freed from the vasty deep ...Nasty reap of freaks forsaken And when sultry Dusk disrobes they′ll learn She is not a natural blonde For the lower She goes the darker it grows An Eve that blows on Her knees for Satan Fellated Satan Screams congeal in clotted pearl As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra As lighting streaks with fire Black clouds that shroud the Earth Whose cold breasts have held us in scar pillories But now the Sun is loath to come The crescent moon is freed... Elated Satan The scimitar slash to the undergash Of Heaven too slight for penetration We strike as wolves from the thickening fog To exalt our throne ove the stars of God Lowly holy goats bare the brunt Of rabid dogmas on a stellar bearhunt Bastioned in citadels and monastic cells that smell of blessed cunt Like a convent where crosses rust From thirty dirty habits of shaved nun There where deeper needs are begged of lust And cess and less impress enough Obtaining the ord of Our Gaurdian, Anger And Death′s tunnel vision Bad thing in collision The locking of eyes and jagged antler Unpicking the seams of fate sewn over dreams Feasting from throats of celestial theives And God knows we seek victory Now that we are unleashed To drive nails home of blind faith through those Who drove us from error to terror below Refugees clung to a crown furred in flies Tarred with red honey, the plaster Of many a spire that aspired to rise Seeking Messiahs that by us soon die... In the start like a cast In morality plays Our hearts wore a mask Of dead rooks in the rain The World was our cloister No prayer, bent in shame Our once lucent plumage Stung with horn withered grey... and away... As Aeons slew so we grew to myth Revenge accrued to a monolith Bursting through from our roofed abyss Like an aether greased fist Now vulvite gates are so sorely missed Our horror pours through the orifice Where once the spheres and archangels kissed Phallelujah! Fellated Satan His coming assails The Night In Gales That bewail turned tides That engulf their nation Now divintity is a worm ridden mouth In a darkened high house Overrun by disease So let the truth be wrung That the Banished Ones intent On reinstatement have won We breathe by virtue of their rot Now our souls exult above the stars of God |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - Bitter Suites to Succubi (2001)
From the primeval mass
Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved by set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again The abolition of the yeshua begins Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end Cherish the lissom wants of pernicious evil Dusk in her eyes Torn bloody weeping skies Darkness will hasten to devour And the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich Anderlieb festhalten Fur immer betend auf knien Vor der finsteren Gottern I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels The liliot suckle on her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to her names To the name of Baphomet Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising From the primeval mass Let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication Beloved by Set May the winds gather her together From the secrets of men After thousands of years of terrifying silence She comes again Shattered are the icons of the worthless The Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born Scattered are the wings of the virulent holy Leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and Prey of vultures and dogs |
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from Cradle Of Filth - 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 - Midian (2006)
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian A long fabled Judecca A sanctuary for sin To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold The searing sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin To rival Heaven Above Eden's birth defects Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse A nightly rite of teeth and cunt For those below who rose to hunt Saw sights that preyed on me for days And in laudenum's haze I painted them all The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Crotesques and wolves in womens' skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargazers dare Ascend like prayer Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat Purient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When my Deviliverers come from fog for me Please come for me Exhuming the moon Through the bars in my room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites come to clame me from you No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict Hell Midian |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Midian (2006)
Oh, sweet Midian
I burn for thee at heart Don't despair me Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark Under full moons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the freezing seed of a demon freed To curse the stars with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to darker sides A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies Midian Haunted by this portent This obsession in my mind With a city sunk below Tall cedar groves and graves sublime Sporting their importance Marble wings spread to the skies A vale of dreams that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust Splashed across my psychic pall As hybrid lovers reached their cusp With final thrusts I saw it all Forbidden Midian A long fabled Judecca A sanctuary for sin To rival Heaven Free of Eden's tragic wreck Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault Gaunt, haunched edifices Midst lightfingered mists From whence more awful shadows Drew back rusted bolts And dared a threshold The searing sun had knelt to kiss Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth The Tribes of Christ will not forgive And shall not suffer their kind to live For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs Or their waltz so sibilant Through the gathering gloom But from flumes of the moon in bloom Baring cach a face effaced And raped in the womb In hidden Midian A vatican lying in state For the sanctity of sin To rival Heaven Above Eden's birth defects Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters Haunched, flaunted orifice Midst lighter fingered mists Whilst I watched without revolt Carnalities few beasts permit Between the dog and wolf Bared fangs met in intercourse A nightly rite of teeth and cunt For those below who rose to hunt Saw sights that preyed on me for days And in laudenum's haze I painted them all The slew of sith and kin I drew in blood, my veins in thrall To Deathugees at peace within Crotesques and wolves in womens' skins The raven winged and missing limbed Suicides and split thighed Seraphim And marble stairs Stargazers dare Ascend like prayer Under fullmoons waxing lyrically Death's poetry floods the soul Like the recking weed of a demon freed To curse the star with vertigo And in their dance, in trance I prise wide Slick rifts twist obsidian thighs Hymeneal gates to other sides A labyrinth wherein Midian hides Midian I know I've seen Through the blackbacked mirrors in sanity Lucent prides amassed in last retreat Purient souls but no more freaks Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When my Deviliverers come from fog for me Please come for me Exhuming the moon Through the bars in my room The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes No Cenobites come to clame me from you No! No! No! Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell No! No! No! With prophets and losses And dead men from crosses My fate is a preview of derelict Hell Midian |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Thornography (2006)
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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