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CRADLE OF FILTH - Her Ghost In The Fog
"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 spew..?(ou ..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
Nymphetamine live @ Rock am Ring - Cradle of Filth
Lead to the river Midsummer I wave A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave And 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'm 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, this vampiric addiction To her alone in full submission None better... Nymphetamine Nymphetamine, nymphetamine Nymphetamine girl Nymphetamine, nymphetamine My nymphetamine girl Wracked with your charm I'm circled like prey Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More sugar trails More white lady laid Than pillars of salt Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance out 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'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon Come above unto me? For once upon a time From the bind of your holiness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key
Her Ghost in the Fog live @ Rock am Ring - Cradle of Filth
"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 no, 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"
Cradle of filth - babylon ad. /redux-pvz
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Cradle Of Filth - Malice through the Looking Glass - MTV
Take away the wine For restlessness plagues me.... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional of mine Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame (dressed in flame) Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish in the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers" If thou Wouldst drink of my life.... Encroaching evening skies Die with such tragedy And those interred in cold graves Dwell on pleasures to be In deep hysteria Where our legend still breathes Through sweet death and thereafter Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed
Cradle of filth - the principle of evil made flesh
From the primeval mass let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets of men after thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born scattered are the wings of the virulent holy leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die hail past drinker of blood dancer of flames desposer of light lover of darkness she is holding a incorsision from the bandom febal one Sie sind es die sich anderlieb festhalten fuer immer betend auf knien vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet... Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising "Weltmacht oder Niedergang"
Cradle Of Filth - Scorched Earth Erotica
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 Darkness Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Darkness Lightening freezes seven Darkness Outtakes from the rape of the world (Darkness) 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 Darkness Once the forests spired Darkness Nurtured in Nature'heart (Darkness) Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm Darkness As Her children toy with razors Darkness Sightless and deeply scarred Darkness 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 (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...)
Cradle Of filth - Summer Dying Fast - live
SUMMER! . . . Through acrid clouds of summer flies the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season change their fruit has putrified forbidden once and bound to die the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun talons stretch her veil reclamation, our time has come... 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 secrets held in dream-dead sleep and frozen stars that kill the forest floor? Will their "god" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." Appear; draped in terror to the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in... Summer's dying... FAST! . . .
Cradle Of Filth Scorched Earth Erotica (Very Nasty Version)
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 Darkness Welcome arms wide and crucified... The slaughter Darkness Lightening freezes seven Darkness Outtakes from the rape of the world (Darkness) 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 Darkness Once the forests spired Darkness Nurtured in Nature'heart (Darkness) Now dreat cedars feed the pyres Need-fires lit for greater harm Darkness As Her children toy with razors Darkness Sightless and deeply scarred Darkness 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 (We come like drumming thunder Tides enwreathed in scum and plunder Kraken-teethed to tear asunder All those too blind to see...)
Cradle of Filth - Satanic Mantra (live)
"Archangel, Dark Angel Lend me thy light Through Death's veil 'Til we have Heaven in sight!"
Cradle of Filth - No Time to Cry
[Originally by Sisters Of Mercy] 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 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 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 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 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 No time for tears No time to run and hide No time to be afraid of fear I keep no time to cry 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.
CRADLE OF FILTH - Her Ghost In The Fog
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 no, 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
Cradle Of Filth - From Cradle To Enslave
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belt that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that God As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive
Cradle of filth - hallowed be thy name _AMV
I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime. Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time. 'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole, The sands of time for me are running low. Mother Fuckers! When the priest comes to read me the last rites, Take a look through the bars at the last sight, Of a world that has gone very wrong for me. Can it be that there's some sort of error. Hard to stop the surmounting terror. Is it really the end, not some crazy dream. Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming, It's not easy to stop from screaming, The words escape me when I try to speak. Tears they flow but why am I crying, After all I'm not afraid of dying. Don't I believe that there never is an end. As the guards march me out to the courtyard, Somebody cries from a cell "God be with you". If there's a God then why has he let me die? As I walk all my life drifts before me, Though the end is near I'm not sorry. Catch my soul, it's willing to fly away. Mark my words believe my soul lives on. Don't worry now that I have gone. I've gone beyond to seek the truth. So when you know that your time is close at hand. Maybe then you'll begin to understand, Life down here is just a strange illusion Hallowed be thy name 2x
Cradle of filth - Born in a burial gown
Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis 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 comfines Of the panther's den She watches from a maypole, on the tip of Her tongue The restless spirit of Christmas to come A Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumb Than gingerbread men Spawned scorned, abhorred 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, abhorred 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 She was born Born in a burial gown Now She moves with a predator's guile Beyond the firelit circle of life She soothes your cold heart a while Then matches its beat, synching in with a knife She wrestles Her dreams with a delicate ease Espied by Her cross on the wall And should She awake, through embrace or mistake She would take Jesus Blessed foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at last The circus crawled away With another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave... Born! Born forlorn Born in a burial gown She was born Born forlorn Born in a burial gown!
Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids (live) - Cradle of Filth
"Hear Me now! All crimes should be treasured If they bring Thee Pleasure somehow..." Maleficent in dusky rose Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she'd known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover's seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel's warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon
Dusk and Her Embrace - live - Cradle of Filth
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant napes In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall flit through the shadows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kills of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality
From the Cradle to Enslave live - Cradle of Filth
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belt that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that God As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre 'neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick nativities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive