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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Spells lay daggers before me
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain the tumour grows until the enemy is slain Slightless storm knee-deep in hate I seeth my purpose here has woken to breath Total war on the brethren of Men millions regardless dying by my hand A Black Age Of Fire brief in its vicious eloquence removing the dross love will arise from the ashes of your loss Then and only then will the pleasure of Eden be mine and the sinews of life itself will be tied in the very veins of my bloodline And their tears taste like wine... I will rule as a king and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded with the jewels of blasphemy The blood is the life! I seek to evoke a new order in Man a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem the lion is vexed to uproot and descend Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust tempering weapons of criminal lust I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease The blood is the life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light the darkness serves will to snuff out human life that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill without scruple or silent regret in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain tiny red miracles falling like...rain The incessant pall of death surrounds me but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed there will be no dread thereafter the mysteries I reveal unto thee I stir the hearts of the wisest by the fools I will always be feared my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... A crescendo of passion bleeding... on the pale reflection of dawn Devour The Sun "The Great Man of his time is He who expresses the Will of his time; who tells his time what it wills; and who carries it out" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
May dreams be brought that I might reach...
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
We, the nocturnal few
bound by other laws to the service of the enemies of god are silent and hidden yet our exquisite fire burns on poised to engulf... Tie a man to his god he may not walk for fear of falling foul to temptation where once faith stood her ground Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame cast the fetid virgin back from where she came drink deep of the promise in my eyes... of mist and midnight skies I drown in fathomless dreams and in the reeking mire of virtue scream I yearn to sell my very soul (And you shall for none so dark & sinister will arise to embrace the Arts) Do What Thou Wilt until the stones in my heart stand still regardless of the cost to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings and imprecations you wrong both Man & beast by whatever whim you serve of the Devil your leige" Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways will be wrought to condemn thee conspiring to cull the pagan ways Twist back their lies, personify their needs the war begins by Satanic decree if Evil we be, we will our lives... To mist and midnight skies (I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league and bring the host of the nazarene to their knees breath the life of an entity never-born darkness now descend in raven form the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet raper of all my worldly enemies Lycanthropy, please poison me send acausal instincts crawling my brain take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs for now we congregate where once my angel sang That night they came and took her away from me I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse and to spit in the face of their... "god" We will ride again in the midnight skies |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Through acrid clouds of summer flies
the garden swells with a thousand more wise Forever flung to celestial dreams clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene I watch the storm approaching the darkness calls my name the trees are growing restless they feel the season change their fruit has putrified forbidden once and bound to die the thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise Grinning winds of hate unfurled dash towers tall that grip the sun talons stretch her veil reclamation, our time has come... Autumn spreads its golden wings and lays the path for those unseen a tangled web of evil spun at last... Winter spawn from barren thighs to readdress, to slay the blind and throw the reins untethered to the skies They pray to the full moon rising Diana moving with such infinite grace wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall how many secrets can they read by your face? Will they know of majesty of beauty held in dream-dead sleep and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? Will their "god" of bridled love assuage our rule from planes above or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war? WAR! Wrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end "We are what we are, what we shall be, again..." Appear; draped in terror to the comfort of your kin Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in... Summer's dying... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Thee I invoke, bornless one
all woman, pure predator wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell like a seething fall from grace Thee I worship... Thou art darkest Gabrielle no church shall bar our path seductive Evil drink your fill of the bleeding christ in your arms You are in my dreams the darkness in my eyes the rapture in my screams Black Goddess arise Nothing will keep us apart we could kill them all if our desire tore free Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve And the night draws in beside her as we embrace the dark side by side I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire to harvest the seed ploughed inside her Archangel, snare the flesh suck dry the ebbing wound leave them lifeless and broken my beloved... Oh, how I craved for you You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight? And the fear retreats forever (come to me...Black Goddess arise) when my secrets are buried in thine (come to me...Black Goddess arise) under seven stars we came together (come to me...Black Goddess arise) to plot the new age's decline (come to me...ARISE!) Ishtar my Queen come forth to me and help me seize my future from the House of Death That in the release of immortality I should slay their fucking nazarene Ah...the lies...the jew...I kill for you Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm as love secretes the thrill for war the virgin raped shall seek to whore She-wolf bare your snarling jaw "Caught in thy net of shadows, what dreams hast thou to show? Who treads the silent meadows, to worship thee below?" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickering lure to the breathing forest that surrounds the room where the vigilant trees push out of the womb I sip the blood-red wine my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life from Chaos born out of love and the scythe the forest beckons with her nocturnal call to pull me close amid the baying of wolves where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn in the dark, odiferous earth We embrace like two lovers at death a monument to the trapping of breath as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck to drop roses on my marbled breast I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze to learn from the dark and the voices between This is my will... The forest whispers my name...again and again I walk the path to the land of the Dark Immortals Where the hungry ones will carry my soul as the wild hunt careers through the boughs Come to me, my Pale Enchantress In the moon of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me in the arms of the ancient oak where daylight hangs by a lunar noose and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked The principle of Evil evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest "Pale, beyond porch and portal, crowned with leaves, she stands, who gathers all things mortal, with cold immortal hands, her languid lips are sweeter, than love's who fears to greet her, to men that mix and meet her, from many times and lands." |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
From the primeval mass
let precious chaos vent Sacred flesh drenched in fornication beloved by Set may the winds gather her together from the secrets of men after thousands of years of terrifying silence she comes again (All Destroyer) The abolition of the yeshua begins... Shattered are the icons of the worthless the Goddess scorned is a Valkyrie born scattered are the wings of the virulent holy leave their husks to be the prey of vultures and dogs World without end cherish the lissome wants of pernicious evil dusk in her eyes torn bloody weeping skies darkness will hasten to devour and the weak will flee or die Sie sind es die sich anderlieb festhalten fuer immer betend auf knien vor der (finisteren) goetten I slay the lamb in the fervour of thine Abandonment unto Our Lady With a quenchless thirst for the infinite For Her that exists beyond all knowledge Storming from tired centuries Under the glare of a waxing death-moon Terrible beauty of love severed Rip the baby from the virginal womb The blood of Jesus Is the wine of the dead And the drunken angels Bleed with incest The Liliot suckle on Her fruitful breasts And yield the swords that sever and stain There will be no act or passion wrought That shall not be attributed to Her names To the name of Baphomet... Artemis, Bastet, Astarte I yearn to thee who art darkness in thy rising "Weltmacht oder Niedergang" |
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from Cradle Of Filth - The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh [ep] (1994)
Crawl in awful stealth to me
Forever a voyeur I've been Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon So she comes, unseen Thus (Uzza and Azel) speak The burning seed, is thrust in Eve and yearning keeps me, captive of desire Make me as a flower that grows forever in your throne that I might pollinate the world with darkness as your own Embrace me in spellbinding eyes the fire of life that never dies tear deeper through my paper wounds and never leave inside Love shall consume and bathe the Lady whom I worship and ride therefore She will greet me as a serpent in her dark, secret Eden and I will always want for her witchcraft is Desire... (Desire...) My soul is poisoned from within... I crawl with languid guilt to thee forever flushed in sin Lamia, latria I give my soul is poisoned from within Wisdom breeds, fecundity and her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire To Eve I cum... Sevenfold my passion wrought To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore I cling beyond her sabled court She is a gateway, to that darkness lost (Now dream...) Oh, the fevered need for Her when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire that all-consuming fire Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch the tree is plundered but I have the see to be sown in thee "Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent avoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles" |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
Death, spirit me away
My anguished soul doth strain Oh taut and twisted reins Yet, insatiate I still remain Like a proud, unfallen star That dares thee from afar To calm my thund′rous heart Else, rend it′s knots apart So I may never sing Of jewelled skies o′er my strings And love, a wanton thing Can plunge on burnt, black wings To hang amid the thorns In scarlet, like velvet worn About the clouded moon Who wanes in solitude... I am alone Thirsting for the dark That lurks beneath marbled stone What black witchcarft Shalt prise thee from thy dreams And what perverse world-strategy Will wend it′s way with thee from sleep? "Rouse my disease And with cadent naked dance I shalt teach Thee wisdom of dakness From earth and red sea Lightbearing Samael Coalesce with me..." Twilight Through pagan city gates Bred shadows play like twining snake By candlelight Thanateros rites Death seduced and chaos wakes... Obsession grips, blindragon fever In throes of scythed orgasm, Eros dies And Saturn rapes faith′s lovelorn Diva Upon a cyprean altar, stripped bare for sacrifice Vittue births a demon Pandora′s box, unhinged, sets loose the night Winged lilith born for want on Eden Fanning plumes of harlotry Like pearls before the desert swine The skies, they darken And the oceans part Storm forth indignant Kraken Reborn Venus as thou art Feasting at my banquet Of Saturnalia I call thee having wrestled The tides from lonley Diana "For thee Endymion I forsake the cerements of this star-fling tomb" Be-with-us come Unveil the ancient flame Throw the cats our enemies Desire′s menstrual stain Eastern Devil eyes A cruel erotic plague The Shekhina is exile And the Israelites enslaved to shame Midnight Jerisalem A tenebrous phantasy Revelates to men Their celestial wall crumble When walks the Xul Born to the scarlet whore in Babylon The centuries of wait have all but gone Behold dark beauty stirs to conquer on and on Now worship Everything |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
When the sun has swept upon the waveless lake
And the mists steal in with ease Covened wolves arc their eerie dissonant In adoration of the moon and thee "They call as I to thee..." And I will come, as if in dream My languid, dark and lustrous Malaresian Queen Of vengeful, ancient breed Gilded with the pelts of many enemies Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I can taste thy scent by candlelight Legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair Appease the beast on spattered sheets Dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps Nocternity... She shall come for me A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life Like a poignant Madonna perverted to night And I have ridden from the westerning light To expend my lust Tear away the funereal dress Know that I will escape from my death Surrendered to the splendour of her sharpend caress Lo! The pale moonlight Weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline Of mist and moth and the hunger inside Kisses took to fever and fever, demise "Through twilight, darkness and moonrise My scarlet tears will run As stolen blood and whispered love Of fantasies undone" Countess swathed in ebony And snow-white balletic grace Rounge-filmed lips procure the wish For lust and her disgrace Dusk and her embrace We shall filt through the shdows Like a dream of (were)wolves in the snow Under deady nightshade Still warmed with the kill′s of afterglow Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me (Beneath the stars taste the death in me) bequeath to me thy fiery kiss To sever thin mortality Elizabeth My heart is thine Thy fragrant words Warm within like wine... "Let me come to thee with eyes like Asphodel Moon-glacing, loose desires free To writhe under my spell" Erishkigal, raven-haired Thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair I know thy scent by candlelight Immortal flesh I yearn to share Appease the beast on spattered sheets dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps Nocternity She shall come for me... Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus How the full embosomed fog Imparts the night to us |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o'er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong.... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come.... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness.... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore) Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight's inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life's punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o'er the stars Ebon's graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings These are the shores whereto my soul Blood drenched and unredeemed Shalt seek solace in secrets told Through the whispers of a dream >From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius A proud, audacious King mantled in the vehemence of lust Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought I fear the Augean light is sweeping through Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem, now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me? Languid, I wend my path to grave Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp Of the naiad neath the silvered lake When waters stirred lay silent Mistress let the mists descend Thy tears cannot thaw Death′s cold heart His sombre gaze defies legend More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes Art for the Banshees song Or our souls entwined like vein upon The haunted shores of Avalon The haunted shores of Avalon Bury me in velvet dream Lest I unduly wake And seek to reconcile my thirst With the cowardly tailors of my fate Unleash mastiffs of snarling night To overthrow, plague and burn As slumber lures me ′mongst the dead To scheme of my return Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn Their ignorance has forged for me over centuries a sword Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the passive flocks roam free This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, trespassing breeds |
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Rise, ablaze, libidinous
Devildom voyeurs Ascend to smother the light Nascent aeons confer.... Chaos is spat >From the black eternal sea Serrated mountains of mad shadows Carving towards misdeed Stormchoirs gather A pestilential hiss Sunset evokes Luciferian fire The skies are ruptured like a knifed orifice Supernal vestments hang tattered Cathedrals shriek to pulpit oratory Invasions scale Babel′s ivory towers Poised to sodomise a world upon it′s knees (Victory spent Breathe deep benighted scent) We are as a flame born unto the darkness Desires burning in palatial glades And virtues once aloof, now worming beneath us Shalt see their children, pleasuring as slaves.... Attack! Wreak atrocities on those we have despised Judgements be riven, from the skies Darkness empower let us master prophecy Fulfilling destiny - the promised fever Bedizens eyes paralysed with blasphemy Written in flesh across the howling ether Artemis Spread the bliss of this Lupercalia With stars erased, throw wide the gates The infidel soon unmasks her face Neath silken shroud she waxes horn Sharpened to skewer dawn.... I am as a plague, born to the priestess The secret amour of her archangelic rape Jaded-eyed when my lovers, possessed Screamed out their agonies, upon the stake "The most August sorcerers of Hades Darkly seized for me a throne And the upraised scythe so terribly scribed Vengeance in Jesuit blood on stone >From this ransacked celestial temple I hold the prophet′s severed head unto all nations" Tremble before us Lords of the star-veiled red sepulchres Rushing deathwards, our Tartarean fires Kindle pandemonia to furnace the earth "Our voices are opened graves Through which the never-dead escape" >From dank, abyssic dream Pursuing ascendancy.... The enemy has held three seasons Imparadised, whilst we writhed To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree Now freed to plunder.... Heaven torn asunder |
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from Cradle Of Filth 2집 - Dusk And Her Embrace (1996)
Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Then hated and grief and the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting The sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their o′er vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers" If thou wouldst drink of my life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Vampire Or Dark Faerytales... (1996)
Iniquitous
I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting themes, demons I weave Subservience from thee to lust I am Corinthian light A snake in flowers by night The last temptation of Christ Evil in mortal... Disguise the guilt Sharp-eyed, impassive whore Burn the asafoetida and rank petriachor Lure me panthered Faustia With cunt and veiled womb To prowl thy inner sanctum walls In Tirgoviste to resume Control Seduction, my obsessive art A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms 'Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind (Purge) Fires work in me A lithe supremacy I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies Impaler Lord Flesh upon the sword My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war I am thirst, spearheaded hunger Sacrament and pain Nails raked in savagery When the cruel Countessa came Exalt! The Queen of death-white winter enthroned Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon Of Draconian design A love that never dies Nefarious as her winds Stirring silhouettes to rise When stars fall pale And to drown back in Her eyes Is to madden ghosts within To unhinge a thousand sins From Death's dark vale "Blessed be these spells of winter Unto us that wait with patience in This secret garden To storm our way into another As yes undone" (Surge) Desert claims Eden And Hyperborean Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun Iconoclast Before thee angels clasped In nakedness their ochre flesh Shall yield to thy advance She is all to me Mysterious, alive The howling in the deep woods When cold festal stars aligned A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil Yesod vested in despotic upheaval Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow Forgotten ones enter as above, so below The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend From Sheol's dank haunted wilderness Thy seal upon Nuit's starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead Queen of Winter, throned The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses Vestal masturbation (Purity) Overthrown Darkness In raven feathered dress Sides with Death at chess Their pawns are many and the enemy Powerless When the miscreants fell dead She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night And the bestial floor shook with terrible life I rise before thee Queen To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath Satanic Tyranny |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
As cyclones detach from the world above
And all the other worlds beneath them flow Timewinds caressing the dust of cold memories Sought, to strive in twilight mist and penal fire As daylight suffers, night time recollects For what wind hath drawn near, so near… Death has a contract on life and hell in-between What was once not certain is now foreseen When the pendulum is in it's reverse factor Rivers run red and skies turn black Accuracies of bloodbaths liberate from within Conquests of a crooked cross and its coming loss A magisterial maintenance of diabolic education Where the opposite of innocence paves way for intelligence Where pearls are chained for each tragic event The glorification of deviance in progress Liars in wait tries to quench their thirst for more Drowning victims of a parallel universe The scum of the earth, a rejoice of fouls The world hates you for being precise |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
A dismal universal hiss, the sound of public scorn
The brush that sweeps across the spectral fields This landscape is not without a sense of epic wonder A vast scale that places this sprawling underworld Into a realm of frames With a blood-storm fading into the distance Floating without directions over this smouldering landscape Caught in a moment of transformation These shades of anatomic malignant nature Approached on another in an unpleasant way Frozen in the act of speech, desperate to express it's state Created in a shape to accommodate a wide variety of demonic forms The realm of the benighted aristocracy of evil most pure This is where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep Emerged from the depths of the earth gasps It rages against mankind, to annihilate the earth and worse It spills the blood like rain, the beauty of death it represents Devouring their flesh with a razorblade smile Genes would still blindly carry on smouldering ember of hell Limned with gold leaf, the scarlet brush That sweep all traces of time, place and pattern Total death in every nation Monuments of vanquished civilization Just as brilliantly removed ruthlessly eliminated The cornerstone of human emotions Has now been drained away I saw death of a most uncommon nature |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Infected by invalid behaviour
While capturing the stench of divine putrefaction Confess to slavery for the world saviour Give praise and inhale the corruption The Enfeebled provides the fool The Disabled provides the tool The Apathetic demands the affection To those suffering from their own satisfaction Devour in self-deceit, conjure the righteous plague Testify today´s contradiction, glorify tomorrows deed Inconceivable moral priest, hide in preferable dress Invite to another pleasure feast, the concealment of joyful laughter The decrepit innocence of your correctness and well-chosen Elicits the source of the need for immediate forgiveness Submit to no grace but the spiteful of your disease Apply to join the unlimited disgrace and a settlement in the skies And turn the confusion among your children into self-stimulation The incarnation of your prostitution, the true Evil in disguise With the ignorance from your cross as the witness The truth of your tragedy make you justice In your mirror the high spirit of kindness Looks like malice Condemnation of life by the living dead What a premature judgement, contradiction to the core How unfortunate I am, cursed to spend time on a battle already won The shame that will be guarding your grave says it all Retreat to the crypt and make it worthwhile Recall my sins furthermore but still be watching yours with a smile |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on, child; take my hand Here there´s no work or play Only one bill to pay There´s just five words to say As you go down, down, down You´re gonna burn in Hell Oh, burn in Hell You can´t believe all the things I´ve done wrong in my life Without even trying I´ve lived on the edge of a knife Well, I´ve played with fire, but I don´t want to get myself burning To thine own self be true, so I think that it´s time for a turn Before I burn in Hell Oh, burn in Hell Hear no evil, don´t you Say no evil, don´t you Lay no evil down on me You´re gonna burn in Hell Speak no evil, don´t you Think no evil, don´t you Play with evil, 'cause I´m free Take a good look in your heart; Tell me what do you see? It´s black and it´s dark, now is that how you want it to be? It´s up to you; what you do will decide your own fate Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends I chose the Devil's path Never shall the sun kiss my face And caress me with it's burning light For I dwell in the shadows And sleep side by side with death In dark desire I embrace the whore Giving her an escape from an unworthy life For with the appearance of the Fallen Angel I serve Satan I serve Darkness I am a prince among the damned As I've been for eternity A monarch in a dark paradise Cursed by life and the living Oh tremble not my immortal heart Though you beat in the shadows of death Eternal life is the blessing And I shall rule for another thousand years I blew out the light Abandoned Jesus Christ Christian life forms' grief's We buried their belief's Waiting for their saviours rebirth The dawn was soon to come The dawn would soon be gone There in that formless abyss was I made A partaker of the mysteries averse |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
The apparition of two faces in disgust
Invisible but yet so clear Reflections seen by a fugitive Trying to escape the looking glass Blood runs from open wounds of false flesh The one in front of the mirror exceeds the image Eager to leave further but chained still To crumble into such nothingness A despairing fate, for your lies To pretend is the lunatic's legacy Privileged to bolt the nails of heresy Born lifeless into a world of coma As the chronic sufferer trapped in paradise lost Missing insinuations of what life was meant to be Angels and demons, a march man's bewildering hosts The charlatans and deceivers walk the line in prejudice The narrow slits the veins in search for the crown Profound impatience makes the blind struggle in stupidity The paradox of the daily prayer, diffidence is Confiteor Phenomena of ironies, cast the litany aside How intelligible, blessed be the forgetful Holding the banner high, unrestrained Slowly abandoning the surface in contempt Still in costumes to please the ways of living Witnessing the details of defilement, intoxicating Make sure to be pleased with the ways of your death For in days of reckoning and when the twilight torn is ticking Elysium is halfway and as an answer to the plea You're destined to yield fragments of Hell in return Leave unnoticed with the perfect conscience With the strength of the spiritual eye Spirits of the token unchained and free Recover from the philanthropic macabre frenzy The pale dove grins, black at heart ready to flee Demon to some, angel to others |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Oh, look at those lifeless leaves
All their precious pride is taken away A lost creation for a graven image Trembling of nothing but their own fear On behalf of water made to wine Elements of deception must entwine Righteous greed and derangement divine Vacuum is given to the blind To surrender to a faith so fake To not comprehend while you're awake Thrive on your deity for heaven's sake Do loose your battle before actual birth For some sheep need the company of a shepherd To face the scorn of the earth Existential parasite drama across the lands What a relief never bother the why's Investing illusions and folding hands The passion for mankind's ignorance feeding you lies All those naked faces, empty shells Procreation of the mind put to rest Crippled and caged, anaesthesia adjust The lambs of slaughter preoccupied in disgust |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Incarnated marvels simplified
Effects from such a disconsolate kind Impotence of the once so perfect living Erase and rewind Stand rigid for the next battle Peace means reloading your guns The love for life is all hatred in disguise A carnival creation with masks undone In search for the guidelines to the gateways of sin through mires of misanthropy with wrath in mind Sophistication as cruelty and perfection as virulent truth Confidently dawned, to pick the best of enemies An abyss womb stretched wide open, exposed to retaliate With the stigma feasting upon your flesh I wish you well Thorns from the fountains of fate licking lepered skin Worshipped by anyone's mass on our planet hell What on earth possessed you Consuming illusions made from hysteria and swallowed tongues Devoured by doubt, conducting arts of misconception Testimonial sufficiency declaring numbness of all perceptions Glance into the blackness hidden beneath your surface And enjoy the suffering, sanity drained in disrespect With such bedevilled faith in good, subsequently trusting evil Next step for mankind will be the last seasons in sin Left are the kings of the carnival creation Carrying out the echoes of the fallen Sense the withering eternity as it fades away The ultimate graceless voyage of all times Only death will be guarding your angels, silently Cripples joining arms in clamour Institutionalized for the rebirth, the herd will be hunted |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Let chaos entwine on defenseless soil
Remove errors of man and sweep all the weakening kind I am war, I am pain I am all you've ever slain I am tears in your eyes I am grief, I am lies Bygone are tolerance and presence of grace Scavengers are set out to cleanse the human filth parade I am pure, I am true I am all over you I am laugh, I am smile I am the earth defiled I am the cosmic storms I am the tiny worms I am fear in the night I am bringer of light |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Chains of despair
Cloaked by darkness The thundering echoes of great destruction to come Mankind's mysteries The dying world Madness in it's sweetest form What shrivels and dies must face the tempest The angelic heaven bows to the ultimate truth And melancholy grew Anticipation mender through madness Condemned to the same horrid fate Insanity applauds How sharp the awakening Pale as disease Mocking…Maddening… Give up the ghost Cease the gloomy awakening History foretold The hidden stigmata Totally annihilating the ecstasies innumerable Materialize the vision Give up the ghost Cease the gloomy awakening |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 5집 - Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia (2001)
Ride the vortex winds with the beast inside
Cast down all memories from a past and future world The cynic icons and the cryptic writings As a picturesque creation in force and spirit Against their reason and will, it is time Give darkness it's passion plea The venomous tongue The inevitable poison Paralyze the angels Freeze the forgiven Baptize in fire Unleash the devil at heart Unleash the maelstrom mephisto So sinner, mourn well Make all the swans suffer in hell The maelstrom of the mephisto left the trace To revel and feast in undelivered grace Pledged to judgmental arrogance in Drawn principles of ignorant falsehood To comprehend that the sin of life is life itself A tyranny in torment, an inner-sanctum stealing sleep In the dimness surrounding the towers of the castle Where the ravens spread their wings out wide Dwell in depths of the darker self at any shore of infinity And watch the relentless paint the soil black What is being formed echoes throughout eternity As the painter chooses color no more Hold your shadows close when the comedy is over As the days of mourning seem to be the days of joy Fragments fell from the sky in order to penetrate the eyes A convict wallowing in a lifetime of lies…lies |
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from Dimmu Borgir - World Misanthropy [ep] (2002)
In massing darkness we stand united,
raging above inferior sheeps. A convoy of souls swept into the night, hearts strengthened with black fire passion. In us is fulfilled the prophecy of satan: evolution of the inner shrine. In us is mantained the revelation of satan: innocence brought to an end. In honour of thy unearthly creation, we bring forth thy divine form. Vanity throughout any conceptions. Blazed and bound, for the days are coming. Infernal madness, unholy ascendance, christian death abound in mourning perversion. Cherished sacred icons torn to pieces, they'll chase the serpent in everlasting nightmare. Disharmonic illusions of strings bending loose, wrapped, penetrating skin. Listen to the music of their agony. Eyes made of glass, mirrors within. |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Cuddled through a cold womb he was
Pitch black and without sunshine rays Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil A noble grief stirred heart, always ready to die In sinister systematisation, submission is golden As an apprentice to violence, slaughter and bloodshed He was like an object that is being processed A force-fed destructor ready for abomination The vast solitude in him witnessed it all Those self afflicting eyes And their fear painted faces Made out of utter discipline, failure unacceptable Hosts to oblivion Exploring the darkest of places Stench of rotten flesh breathing down his neck Every day seemed like an endless night When would he ever wake from this void No other voice than his own will ever tell What was real and where he had been What he had done Did you bleed for the cause Like the rest of his men Did you capture the euphoria How it was like to kill Such a necromantic force behind it all They sure did battle till the end But when came all the glory And who got spared to carry his body Just pure death and too profound to be shared Was it all a fabricated vision in his memory To serve the wastelands of insanity At the front Life forever lost its innocence Never to see the light of day again He pondered his last few steps Into the realms of death With his hands bloodstained Courage and consistency Bravery and valor Honor and pride For what was it all worth [repeat] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Uren er aktens utfoldelse og tanke
Uten hemning I ukjent ekstase Ei ett tilbørlig ønske om a avle avkom for Gud Frivillig nedsmittet og gjennomsyret I kjødelig sødme Fengslet av løgn og ulydighet Menneskets skrøpelige atferd Ma tuktes med heder og ære blir det sagt Men godhet fødte evig ondskap kun Da Edens tyrann skjenket frukten Visdom berikes fritt I Dyrets mangfold Nar himmerikets salige urett Og svulstige barmhjertighet Vekker forkastelse ved vart asyn Gnisten har slatt flamme Og piner I pestilensens vilje De ynkelige slaver knelende I skam Besvangret med skyld og miskunn Ætlinger som sverger eden Med troskapsløfte om a ugjøre freden A styrte himmelslavers velvære Og triumfere I kulde til Dyrets ære Vredens beger renner over I forherdelse fra opprørdjevlers svovelvind Glødende, fra regionen av Belial’s barn Avlet hinsides harmens trossende tind De siste tegn fra Kristi tapende engler Brenner ubønnhørlig I ravnens ild [repeat 2nd verse] Smertefull og blek er døden Med blodstyrtning fra lysets gild Dødens fremmøte sparer ingen Det fromme liv kveles av egne tunger Den kosteligste jord blir pyntet Med fattigdom og hunger Utspente vinger over Mørkets dype svelg Satt til verden for a meske seg Med pest og død Fratsende I synd og hor Overmakten fra pølens bastarder Nærer behag I syndens hierarki Et evig liv I paradis Er fullkommenhet I Satans dynasti |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Man and his faithful ethics
Intoxicated by the fruits of the earth Diabolical fanaticism, so cold and grim The perfect perversion, bestiality incarnate As instruments of torture And leaving no room for sympathy We bring forth the monstrous birth To the worlds light As all great art is made from suffering So are we Good in nature, but evil by our own free will Incestuously created by the will to kill Time is here to walk the final abyss march Bound to the force of the last holocaust Pour free the gifts of grace And slaughter the entire human race Not permitted to redemption When pain rises high in purgatory A reality so convincingly justified Feeding from Death Cult’s gown We bring forth monstrous birth To the worlds light |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Are you born from the abyss
And have you sought the creed That drape the shadows Of your own thought? Is your heart mesmerized By the fire that burns forevermore And do the secrets from the flames Hold the mysteries over which you preside? Reveal the infantile wound and regain strength Free your spirit from those who lead in praise Recollect the anger and the hate For not shall your morals dissolve in pity Righteous warmth accompanied By deceitful tongues Stay away from processed promises Let them fear what you know A malicious smile on their lips To keep us all under control Now it’s time to rise and demand our due The whores and their illusions left us bitter and cold Drench them in their own poison, spit back the scorn of their ways Out win their defect morality, and the words they pray Consolidate the troops and expose the lies in their eyes The ones deprived from the ecstasy that binds the neglect Better lead than being led, earn any victory For you stand superior above the plague and it’s mass The burden of proof rests on your shoulders [repeat 1st and 2nd verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life To surface on once a prosperous soil As superficially bewildered whores And succumbing to fictional truth You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie You worthless piece of shit May we all depart from this world And dissolve into nothingness Compassion will not be granted When life’s value Is point below zero Human depravity is at our disposal As the perfect tool to destroy mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times’ ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death of every man A living hate smoldering abyss Nurtured through centuries with quietly exercised wrath Seeks the easiest way to the feed the engine Praising the final bloodbath Uncertainty and guilt Will no longer endorse our fate There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again Killing all Go ahead end it all, we deserve no better As a forever unblessed detonation The great plutonium chord fulminates Blinding the eyes of creation Cutting off all life support Sweeping away existence instantly Iced desolate ruins linger Leaving traces of our lovely humanity [repeat 1st and 6th verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
As mortal manufactured waste
And part of the commonly infected You prevent the ones worthy the gift of life To surface on once a prosperous soil As superficially bewildered whores And succumbing to fictional truth You are taught to preserve and profit The life institutional lie You worthless piece of shit May we all depart from this world And dissolve into nothingness Compassion will not be granted When life's value Is point below zero Human depravity is at our disposal As the perfect tool to destroy mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times' ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death of every man A living hate smoldering abyss Nurtured through centuries with quietly exercised wrath Seeks the easiest way to the feed the engine Praising the final bloodbath Uncertainty and guilt Will no longer endorse our fate There will be no remorse, we kill to kill again Killing all Go ahead end it all, we deserve no better As a forever unblessed detonation The great plutonium chord fulminates Blinding the eyes of creation Cutting off all life support Sweeping away existence instantly Iced desolate ruins linger Leaving traces of our lovely humanity (repeat 1st and 6th verse) |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Let us sit by and watch
Death and destruction’s devotees revel Let us sit back and witness Innocent semen being poured Into the arms of Armageddon Let it pour, more and more Pure fucking Armageddon Let it pour more and more Reason faithfully defiles On bloodstained hands Where graceful motion Are lost arts There are only battles to be lost In the kingdoms of the blind For those who seek salvation In the dust of the earth Will only find wrath In the sands of time Engulfed by the desert We taste death in the dry heat The disciples of prophetic ablution Had sworn to let the skeptics bleed For great are their love for warfare Henchmen of the disastrous creed Watch us all celebrate in their name The lambs of our time being slain Awaiting the final perdition Defeat against all and everything For whatever adorned righteousness Justice never wait for the guilty to speak the truth [repeat 2nd verse] For mankind so hated the world That it gave all it’s begotten sons and daughters That whoever believed the lie To perish and receive everlasting hell |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Devoted to your own opiate
In escapades from discontentment Are you shutting off from the outside world To reflect on your mind shallow gutter? For this is your empire, this is your intrigue Here you own them all, here you seal the deed Contaminated from the spree of self salvation To keep the fever flowing in the veins Prominently manipulating heaven and hell Does your sophistically discreet interlude Maintain stories not to be revealed? In your search for redemption Greed and lies become the savior Through the lecherous eyes disgust withstand For are not these the windows to your soul? Fatherly fornication of sweat lips in dismay Repeatedly unlocking the vaults to the holocaust The dormant prodigy seeks it’s reason for rebirth But it will never, never gain the strength A surrender in superficial scorn The rape of an ever unborn Seeds have been planted in the name of the son Until this day, ungodliness is yet to be gone Sacramental suicide amidst the flow of virgin vine The only way to comfort the defeat [repeat 6th verse] Regrets can no longer find it’s ways Streams of innocent bitter tears flowing down the drain Mirrored in the haze of a partaker’s eyes |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Annihilate!
The commotion breeding the perverse For bloodbath is on your doorstep A mass impending threat The perfection of religion Becoming our death Do not respond blindly To growing gardens in decay Stand guard when visitors fall silent Blow the candles out, end the road here No solace will be found Within elements of the tribe When covered with filth from all sides Compassion will fail Their promises are honored In a mind controlled state The absence of reality, reason and logic Prove failure of faith Enriched by the presence of it’s clarity Darkness descends, everyone dies [repeat 3rd and 4th verse] For wisdom aligns in our favor Illuminated before our eyes Uncover! A new beginning, the inevitable dawn Justice will be given where justice is due And guide the righteous ones Back to the final resting ground To perceive the truly hellbound Demonstrate superiority A grand gesture of liberation need no judge or jury Demons rate inferiority Scatter the remains of the prey [repeat 2nd and 7th verse] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence of The trails of our kind Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemy’s line So it shall be written And so it shall be done [repeat 1st and 2nd verse] Discover and conceive the secret wealth And pass it unto your breed Become your own congregation Measure the sovereignty of it’s invigoration We, who not deny the animal of our nature We, who yearn to preserve our liberation We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it’s strength Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours Consider the god we could be without the grace Once and for all Diminish the sub principle and leave it’s toxic trace Once and for all |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
The battle raged on and on
Fuelled by the venom of hatred for man Consistently, without the eyes to see By those who revel in sewer equally We, the prosperity of the future seal Cloaked by the thunders of the north wind Born to capture the essence of The trails of our kind Zero tolerance must be issued forth Behind the enemies line So it shall be written And so it shall be done (repeat 1st and 2nd verse) Discover and conceive the secret wealth And pass it unto your breed Become your own congregation Measure the sovereignty of it's invigoration We, who not deny the animal of our nature We, who yearn to preserve our liberation We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire We, who aspire to the truth and pursue it's strength Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours Consider the god we could be without the grace Once and for all Diminish the sub principle and leave it's toxic trace Once and for all |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
The memories far beyond the reckoning
Have begun to lurk in the distance Like visual objects dearly known The grace of devils hands As they walk with me like a medium When I choose and require a burn-out Resting in expanded malicious force Drained for murderous weapons Knowing where you stand In the magnitude of this thought Looking at the spirit of fire and flames Enduring on the throne of the black heart [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] A bringer of evil I am And therefore also a carrier of light As I use this focus through the dark And face the sunshine in the dead end Limitations do not exist When you are ahead of the crowd With the art of confidence I reign at the throne of my soul The value of this darkness unwinds Travelling the other path A hidden triumph But obvious to the strong and wise By understanding this reality I remain in a twice-coloured cloud With feet connected solid in the ground And thus I get peace of mind A bringer of evil I am And also a carrier of light As I use this focus through the dark And face the sunshine in the dead end [repeat] |
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from Dimmu Borgir, Dimmu Borgir 6집 - Death Cult Armageddon (2003)
Reis deg opp
La oss bestride Den tanke fra var lend Og dyrk Pa en forbannet jord En smertens ætt For sa og tynge De barmhjertiges skjød Som har tiltro til Den sjelløses brød For den tro du besitter Er intet annet enn avsmak og hovmod Og din nøden etter viten Er en overflod av han og skjend Smerten I mitt hjerte er ikke tørste Etter himmelsk legeme Ei er det sviktende søken etter englemakt Det er ilden og den brenner Det er bare det at du Skjemmer for den Ta del I skyldens skygge Behag din sjel med syndens under For hvor er vel du Nar lampen slukkes Men døden kommer ei Med vart bud Gjenklang fra den prektiges arv Vil innfri det endelige forderv [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] Bring dom over andre enn ditt eget hode Der du gjemmer din skam I lovsang Sa skal du fa smake frukten Av din egen bortgang Som en flokk av helveds opphav Og forvaltere av foraktens sønn Parerer vi deres list med avskyens prakt Med beviset pa var tunge byrde Ligger deres sinn I andenød Skamfert tilbake uten makt [repeat 1st, 2nd and 3rd verse] |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring
Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Elizabeth, paragon of vice Watches the sun set pyres alight As Bane and Tyranny, her dobermans sleep Like spellbound paramours at Her feet A chatter of bells without Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge From sleighs hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would fall from grace To possess such a lustrous pall For beauty is always cruel... For beauty is always... (Let destiny in chains commence... Damnation under Gods seeking recompense Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) As the dance ensued Elizabeth's mood Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon In slick black iciness it grew To consume The wench her tower tombed Tending to her costume Bore the brunt of the storm When the needle askewed She has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through Restored to jaded bliss This evisceratrix Descended to the ball With painted blood upon Her lips Passing like a comet so white As to eclipse The waltz wound down, transfixed Devoid of all breath in the air Even death paled to compare To the taint of her splendour So rare and engendered 'Pon the awed throng gathered There... Beneath the howling stars She danced so macabre Men entranced divined from her gait That this angel stepped from a pedestal Had won remission from fate By alighting to darker spheres Delighting in held sway For she was not unlike the Goddess To whom the wolves bayed Whilst envy glanced daggers From court maidens, arboured Who whispered in sects Of suspicions abroad That Elizabeth bewitched See how even now the whore casts Her spells upon the Black Count Whom her reddened lips hold fast Tongue unto tongue Swept on tides without care For the harpies who rallied Their maledict glares A halo of ravens tousled her hair Chandeliers a tiara For passions ensnared Phantasies sexed When their eyes, moonstruck met Their friction wore away Through the sea of foreplay Lovers at first bite She an Eve tempted to lay Gasping at rafters Flesh pressed in ballet But caprice, honours leashed She absconded the feast To prowl wonderland Beasts in hand from the eep Of Feudal dilemma Well mantled in furs Through cullis to watch Dogstars howl at the earth On this violent night Unholy night Winds lashed their limbs together As the ether vent its wintry spite She wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes To excite the bleak advance From castle bowers Wherein small hours The Devil never came by chance A lone charm tied to her inner thigh Sent lusts nova as hooves trod Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet Were flung to a wayward God Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring Her spinal chill rakes the earth Whilst pensive souls at zero sing Woebetidings of rebirth Under cold stares of Mars maligned Near-suicides cross their hearts And unborns writhe in tepid brine For something wicked this way starts Beneath the howling stars Pounding upon the pauper ridge Earshot of a hunched beldame Elizabeth teased, would he dare to please Such elderly loins enflamed? To this he feigned a grim disdain Playing to her slayful eye But the hag replied... This girl that chides Will soon be as plagued with age as I Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath For Elizabeth's grace could raise A flag of truce in burning heaven Or the dead from early graves Yet still she seethed This proud Snow Queen Embittered with the cursed retort And because he sought her loves onslaught He gutted the crone for sport Soon in full moon fever they were wed Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed Littered with aphrodisiacs To tease dynastic union And beget them further maniacs Elizabeth Free reigned, now a Countess Outwielded and outwore Her title like a favoured dress Whilst her errant Lord Whose seasons savoured war Stormed black to fell the infidel Her embers, tempered, roared |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Maleficent in dusky rose
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts Like blood upon the snow A tourniquet of Topaz Glistened at Her throat Awakening, pulled from the tomb Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon That She outshone as a fallen star A regal ornament from a far flung nebular Her likeness hung in the black gallery Commanding unease Demanding of Death to breathe.... Midst the whirl and daylight fauna Of society at court Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause Though Her torchlit shadow Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark Had marked its dominion Spaying the confessor Whose caresses she′d known, As whipcord in the House of Dog Her cold cunt meat on holy bone Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs Exhumed by scrying eyes Madness came upon Her like an amourous lover′s seed Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin In gouts torture unleashed And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Exacting obeisance Her gaze held a seance Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune A sleeter mistress than Luna Whose threats to consume Her Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon Flat on Her back Pack-prey for the reams Of verses and curses That haunted Her dreams Midnightmare chimed Thirteen in Her mind A disciple of scars Branded years hissed behind Ridden split-thighed By the Father of lies An ovation of wolves Blushed the skies as they writhed But Heaven is never forever She came, a spent storm From the clouds... Leaving serpents in office Inside every gate To lick righteous holes Blinding Lords to the fate Of virgins forced naked To defile on rent knees Hacked and racked backwards Menses choking their pleas "More. Whore. More. Twitching make me wet with thee Carcass rub me raw" And to Her dead reflection Twas as if Her pallor gleamed Like an angel′s warmed by candles Where erotic stains had cleaved So demons dragged this libertine Lusts screaming for release Upon the flesh of maidens preened As canvas for caprice Raped of faith, She now embraced The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror′s face With this disdain, inside these veins (Highborn wanton that She was) She sought to keep what age would claim Her soul was sold and for this toll Reeking pyres ever smouldered On the whims of one so in control Elizabeth, mysterious. Cruelty brought thee orchids From the bowels of the abyss (2x |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Nights came trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream Hoarse her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon That had lifted her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed Taunting sick her tender prey She glided in her bridal gown How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture An emanation of phantom madness The Countess beheld in shroud By girls bereft of future vows Soon to wed in white the frosted ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of God A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of her ill-will Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure Desire in violent overture Oh, desire in violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses Pooled blood and broken dolls A torchlit shadow theatre souled With the echoed cries of lives she stole Killing time She struck the hours dead In her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge That fills the void with timbred pain To fulfill my sexual urge Frights came wailing from the dark side Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber Bespattered and appeased As pregnant skies outside bore thunder How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture Desire in violent As when high winds Attune whipped trees Her savage nature pitched Would once again conduct the pleas Of those she loved to agonies As if it were The first time every night That she carved her seal In the flesh of life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Nights came trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream Hoarse her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon That had lifted her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed Taunting sick her tender prey She glided in her bridal gown How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture An emanation of phantom madness The Countess beheld in shroud By girls bereft of future vows Soon to wed in white the frosted ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of God A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of her ill-will Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure Desire in violent overture Oh, desire in violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses Pooled blood and broken dolls A torchlit shadow theatre souled With the echoed cries of lives she stole Killing time She struck the hours dead In her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge That fills the void with timbred pain To fulfill my sexual urge Frights came wailing from the dark side Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber Bespattered and appeased As pregnant skies outside bore thunder How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture Desire in violent As when high winds Attune whipped trees Her savage nature pitched Would once again conduct the pleas Of those she loved to agonies As if it were The first time every night That she carved her seal In the flesh of life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Nights came trailing ghost concertos
Heartstrings a score of skeletal reaper bows Playing torture chamber music allegretto Conducting over throes trashed to crescendo Skinless the dark shall scream Hoarse her symphonies Deathmashed as the moon That had lifted her dreams And frowned on the winding steps down To where the vulgar strayed Taunting sick her tender prey She glided in her bridal gown How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture An emanation of phantom madness The Countess beheld in shroud By girls bereft of future vows Soon to wed in white the frosted ground Burning like a brand on the countenance of God A yearning took her hand to his Seraphim, bound Deep red hissed the cat whips On the whim of her ill-will Whilst she entranced, nonchalant, abliss Flayed further songs of overkill How weep the pure Desire in violent overture Oh, desire in violent overture In a crescent-whime cellar of crushed roses Pooled blood and broken dolls A torchlit shadow theatre souled With the echoed cries of lives she stole Killing time She struck the hours dead In her control Thus menopaused Her clock of hacked out cunts Began to toll Thirteen chimes of ancient strain I conjure forth with dirge That fills the void with timbred pain To fulfill my sexual urge Frights came wailing from the dark side Haunting lipless mouths a fugue of arcane diatribes Velvet, their voices coffined her in slumber Bespattered and appeased As pregnant skies outside bore thunder How sleep the pure Desire in violent overture Desire in violent As when high winds Attune whipped trees Her savage nature pitched Would once again conduct the pleas Of those she loved to agonies As if it were The first time every night That she carved her seal In the flesh of life |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy will be done Grant me the Witchcraft of thy tongue Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another soul passed to the grasping styx Clutching their trinket crucifix Bats blew from eaves in a dissonant surge Omens of corruption from within the church A fetid, dank oasis still clung to fool rebirth Alone as a stone cold altar The castle and its keep Like faerytale dominion rose A widow to the snow peaks Wherein reclined the Countess Limbs purring from the kill Bathed in virgin white and like the night Alive and young and unfulfilled Was it the cry of a wolf That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts? Of Her life as a mere reflection As the moon's in narrow windows caught That opened like dark eyelids on The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon Like a Siren weaving song From the lilt of choirs choking Where the vengeful dead Belong... To the Sorceress and her charnel arts She swept from ebon towers at the hour of Mars 'Neath a star-inwoven sky latticed by scars To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there In netherglades tethered where onyx idols stared Was it the kiss of the mist That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe? Lost souls begging resurrection From Gods upon their forest plinths Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin In a tongue hilted in invective rectums Over signs and seals the sorceress prayed To Death, to rend the slender veil That Ancient Ones might rise again As shadows swelled The Countess fell To masturbating with her dagger As the Witch gabbled spells Cumming heavy roses all the way to Hell As sudden thunder's grue harangue Announced two pincered worlds Exuding bane, something came With the stench of necrophiled graves To these clandestines Who shrank from glimpsing horror That the growls of mating ghouls inclined Resplendent In pendants Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns A demons, bewinged, bedight In scum, prowled their circle seeking entry to run An arctic tongue upon her vulva Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore Receiving sole communion from the body of Christ If blood is what thou carves, foul fiend I will yield this witch to thee If thou wouldst draw a veil for me O'er lengthening scars of age and grief As the Demon slavered foetid vows And bore his prey away In talons itching to perpetrate The nausea of eternal rape The Sorceress screaming in his grasp Spat a final curse to stain The Countess with the promise That her Lord at war would be cruelly slain And she would rot alone Insane On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith On the twisted nails of faith |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed (A tragedy crept to the name Bathory) Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In her Her walk went to voodoo To see her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord I must avert mine eyes to hymns For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With him undead for three long nights Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to her door Tombed her soul with such stone For she swore the priest sighed When she knelt down to atone.... She feared the light So when she fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 'Pon the grave of her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That she kissed the Devil's phallus By her own decree.... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite's grasp To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn she returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as she rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed (A tragedy crept to the name Bathory) Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In her Her walk went to voodoo To see her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord I must avert mine eyes to hymns For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With him undead for three long nights Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to her door Tombed her soul with such stone For she swore the priest sighed When she knelt down to atone.... She feared the light So when she fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 'Pon the grave of her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That she kissed the Devil's phallus By her own decree.... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite's grasp To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn she returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as she rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - Cruelty And The Beast (2006)
Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas Bled white and dead, her true mother was fed To the ravenous wolves that the elements led From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm (Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed (A tragedy crept to the name Bathory) Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose Grew so dark as this sylph None more cold in repose Yet her beauty spun webs Round hearts a glance would betroth She feared the light So when She fell like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled Never were her dreams so maniacally cruel (And possessed of such delights) For ravens winged Her nightly flights Of erotica Half spurned from the pulpit Torments to occur Half learnt from the cabal of demons In her Her walk went to voodoo To see her own shadow adored At mass without flaw Though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors But the stare of their Lord I must avert mine eyes to hymns For his gaze brings dogmas to my skin He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites With him undead for three long nights Elizabeth listened No sermons intoned Dragged such guilt to her door Tombed her soul with such stone For she swore the priest sighed When she knelt down to atone.... She feared the light So when she fell Like a sinner to vice Under austere, puritanical rule She sacrificed Her decorum as chaste To this wolf of the cloth Pouncing to haunt Her confessional box Forgiveness would come When her sins were washed off By rebaptism in white.... The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 'Pon the grave of her innocence Her hidden face spat murder From a whisper to a scream All sleep seemed cursed In Faustian verse But there in orgiastic Hell No horrors were worse Than the mirrored revelation That she kissed the Devil's phallus By her own decree.... So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky Solstice Eve she fled the castle in secret A daughter of the storm, astride her favourite nightmare On winds without prayer Stigmata still wept between her legs A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds She sought the soceress Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die For the throat of Elizabeth Damnation won and urged the moon In soliloquy to gleam Twixt the trees in shafts To ghost a path Past the howl of buggered nymphs In the sodomite's grasp To the forest's vulva Where the witch scholared her In even darker themes Amongst philtres and melissas Midst the grease of strangled men And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen Elizabeth came to life again And under lacerations of dawn she returned Like a flame unto a deathshead With a promise to burn Secrets brooded as she rode Through the mist and marsh to where they showed Her castle walls wherein the restless Counted carrion crows She awoke from a fable to mourning Church bells wringing her madly from sleep Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry The biblical prattled their mantras Hexes six-tripled their fees But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed And she was a widow from God and his wrath finally.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
Turn the lights down low
And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and the blood Too weak for the likes of you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
Have despoiled our common grave Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs From the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the belts that welt the sky Whilst the Bitter winter moon Prowls the clouds, dead-eyed Like shifting parent flesh Under silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon Eden Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept hid the hissing of a serpent Libido In an ancient tryst with catastrophe Soon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breeze As through the plundered groves of the carnal garden A fresh horror blows But ten billion souls Are blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a bitter Armageddon Nightchords rake the heavens Pandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that "god"? As devils bay concenus for the space to piss On your smouldering faith And the the mouldering face Of this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everything Hear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre "neath the tilt of the zodiac Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate What sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black? The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyes The nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to Angels For those damned in flames repay All sinners lose their lot on Judgement Day We should have cut our losses as at Calvary But our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain belief Salvation, like a promised nation Gleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever known Buried like vanquished reason Death in season Driven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war On our knees or another fucker's shore Heiling new flesh Read, then roared To a crooked cross and a Holy Cause What else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing Old adversaries Next of Eve Now they're clawing back I smell their cumming As through webbed panes of meat Led by hoary Death They never left Dreaming sodomies To impress on human failure When we've bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel law Shall see Gehennah paved When empires fall And nightmares crawl From the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded
Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o'er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong.... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed.... "Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In this response, all evil chose To claim her for their very own" Carpathia The pleasured dead speak of her In necromantic tongue When ambered daylights are done Masterbating in their graves On her zenith to come.... This catafalque night when awed stars report Their absence from the heavenly brow Crippled seraph shalt cower in illustrious courts Whilsts the cloaked maelstrom resounds throughout "How the storm it fulfills My heart though unhealed Celestial knifes ebonied And wild woods thrill Yet far fiercer still Her lustre eviscerates me" Carpathia Priapic lovers twist in concert with Her Covenants are struck, jagged lightning fellates The path towards the castle weary innocence takes I rule as Master here Where feral hordes impart my temper Love sank wounded when I, betrayed saw death etch cruelly, upon my lineage "Usher the spite seething Draconist And commit this world to thy ancient sovereignty" Erunescent veil descend Psalmed sunset thus portends And laid to rest, I now am blessed With this darkness.... Forever more Supreme Vampiric Evil A Gothic Romance (Red Roses For The Devil's Whore) Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea A jewel more radiant than the moon Lowered Her mask to me The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire Would marvel at making their Queen Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire And my heart reeled with grave poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night She lulled me away from the rich masquerade And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight" Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me? Her icy kiss fervoured my neck Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron's beach In a whirl of sweet voices and statues That phantomed the dying trees This debauched seductress in black, took me.... In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn I tore free of my sleep - sepulchre On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn Lamented the spectre of Her Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete I hungered for past overtures The curse of unrest and her ardent caress Came much more than my soul could endure.... I, at once endeavoured to see Her again Stirring from midnight's inertia Knowing not even her name On a thin precipice over carnal abyss I danced like a blind acolyte Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine Suffused with the perfume of night For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds In vain that we might meet When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued I sought refuge in a cemeterty Sleep, usher dreams Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether Mistress of the dark I now know what thou art Screams haunt my sleep Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together Lamia and Lemures Spawned thee leche To snare my flesh Portrait of the Dead Countess Deep stained pain that I had dreamt Flaunted demise, life's punishment Leaving little strength to seal this wretched tomb.... But poised nectar within my stirs Up feverous desire and morbid purpose to search Through cobwebbed drapery to where she swoons Goddess of the graveyard, of the tempest and moon In flawless fatal beauty her very visage compels Glimpses of a heaven where ghost companies fell To mourning the loss of god in blackest velvet Enrobed in their downfall like a swift silhouette "Fleeting, enshadowed Thou art privy to my sin Secrets dead, wouldst thou inflict The cruel daylights upon my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for the Devil's whore.... Dark angels taste my tears And whisper haunting requiems Softly to mine ear Need-fires have lured abominations here.... Nocturnal pulse My veins spill forth their waters Rent by lips I cherish most Awash on her perfidious shores Where drowning umbra o'er the stars Ebon's graves where lovers whore Like seraphim and Nahemah "Nahemah" Pluck out mine eyes, hasten, attest Blind reason against thee, Enchantress For I must know, art thou not death? My heart echoes bloodless and incensed.... Doth temptation prowl night in vulvic revelry Did not the Queen of Heaven come as Devil to me? On that fatal Hallow's Eve when we fled company As the music swept around us in the crisp, fated leaves Under horned Diana where her bloodline was sewn In a graveyard of Angels rent in cool marbled stone I am grieving the loss of life in sombre velvet Enrobed in Death's shadow like a swifter silhouette.... |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
Sister midnight comes blaspheming
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear Defiled at heart In this perfect hell Under red leaves bleeding Over scaled chateau we fell To demonocracy Where neither Adam or Eve Conceived of such iniquities From pleasure or pain Or the razor's edge inbetween Thou art my seventh heaven burning Going down as with the sun... Within like a river fluids moves a torrent Bound to please On denierred knees In any wicked way That her whims may warrant I hang on every verb Every dirty word Interred In her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weak Painted nails driven through the meek Yet in obituary My dreams still weep Of dark blood and fucking thee Thou art seventh heaven burning Going down as with the day Baring lunar curvature Like canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viper Deep inside her Eden Forbidden to eat I kiss leylines to her feet Then baiting wrath I steal a path Back to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliver Quivers with snuff appeal The torque of her hips Lip-sync me in for the kill Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease I drain the cup of this Miss Sire Her water into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming 'Neath the forked tongue of the beast Arching toward the fabled Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... Whilst the world outside (A wood of suicide) Would die for this release Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candle At each other's throat In a slick drift of red Setting god's teeth on edge We were as wolves preying inside the fold Of a slaughtered lamb throw On a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without rest In the dead of the night Succulent, Succubus In thy arms And thy wetness On glossed lips I taste Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced With thick unguent rum Black-rayed suns and Autumn Always in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seed Starved Persephone Succulent, Succubus Succor me That I might keep Thee with me in Hades Succulent, Succubus Succor me |
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from Cradle Of Filth - From The Cradle To Enslave E.P (2006)
And I often sigh
I often wonder why I'm still here And still I cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so dear Please ease my burden And I still remember The memory and I weep In my broken soul The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burdenx2 Surely without war There should be no loss Theres no mourning or fear, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead, oh no more No more war There must be no war |
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