Cradle Of Filth - Medusa and Hemlock
Tekst :
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the puerile cross away
We are gashing from a venomous womb
Burning bright, dead of night
Pyres stain a milky way
Lust is splashing the dark face of the moon
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature s travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wickermen burning
The wind, she whispers
Trough the graveyards of our hearts…
Wreathed in dreams
As she weaves Her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
Medusa and Hemlock
Harvest past, fires cast
Ashes shades this Hallowe’en
We are Set now to Beherit the earth
Widdershins, death begins
To fashion fete from gallow scenes…
Spirits rising to discredit rebirth
In the Samhain mist
We lay in welcome by the western gate
With the five fold kiss
For every soul returning
From the fecund abyss
Where nature s travesties congregate
With a stone cold wish
To see the wickermen burning
The wind she flitters
Trough the forest of our hearts…
Wreathed in leaves
As she weaves Her witchcraft
We breathe, enamoured
Of the conquering dark
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
Plot your face, than ascending marble stares
You shall pluck me, masked, from roses-in-despair
Tasting my blood
That runs from worming tongue like prayer
Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
That makes the stars
Grieve, just to be
Uncharted on this Eve
When part of me chars a path
Trough your heavenly constellations
Medusa and Hemlock
Back to black, hinges crack
Rituals call obscenities
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt, the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in inhumanity s eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the handle on the cult
Cradle Of Filth - Presents from the poison-hearted
Tekst :
Reigning at the feast of Phantasia
Heightened pleasures were endeavoured to bow
Before my coronation and vocal aspirations
To rule this fool creation fallen neath Me now
I knew deep eyes
Of a distant Christ
Were scarred from afar under starry lustre
Sighting my recitals on the rites of vice
Perverting Virtue
Enslaving grace
Behind the glittering mask of pride
Saving face finding thorns to pierce
His side
Desire, the fire
Spread hell throughout my soul
And higher the wire
The more I sought control
Straining from the leath in exulfation
Head to the wind to breathe with ravenous lungs
The global scent of fornication
A writhe of many vipers deciphering tongues
I whisphered schemes to dreamers then
To pursue an Eden
That screamed of me supreme again
As my world bloomed
So too the moon
Through Adam to Seth, Enos,
Cainan
Mahalaleel and Jared blew
Perverting Virtue
Enslaving grace
Behind the slippery guise of lies
Saving face making waves to drown their faith
Messiahs, Pariahs
Aeons reversed the two
Thus higher, their spires
The more cursed grew their roots
And suffering...
I swept cruel seas
On the galley of the shadow of death
A fist in the cunt of the spread horizon
A kiss for the sun risen red once dined on
The coast of Menses
Discharged from celestial wombs
A first degree murder of ravens
Followed in fugue through the crack of doom
The Goat of Mendes
I set regime
In the galley of the shadow of death...
Angels in raiments
As pure as coal
Taking their payments
In tortured mortal souls
A bold direction
The abyss edge
But on cold reflection
One they warmed to nonetheless
As they preyed the paths of the righteous (ones)
Through the myth of thistled orchard floors
Bearing gifts of plentitude, for
The apples of the Lord were rotten to the core
Temptation, My ambassador
Attila, Herod, Pharisees and Nero
All begged of Me for more
Down dark steps of history
I waged a war with a Heaven
I could not see...
Beyond My wildest fantasies
Throwing sixes over deadly sin
I traded those who played to win
Skin for precious skin...
And that that wormed within
Straining the reams of revelation
Etching ever afters in accursed verse
The limpid rags of resurrection
From papal parapets were to dirt dispersed
Despire, the flyers
Spread Hell throughout their souls
And higher the fire
The more I held control Cradle Of Filth - Cemetery and sundown
Tekst :
Against the flora of nightfall
We gather like the fauna of war
To curse aurora so spiteful
With her stake in the coming of dawn
To conjure forth the past
Those heady nights of pain resplendent
In the service of the goddess of death
When her sheets ran royalty-red
Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes
Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent
Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent
On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness
We walk this eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk s embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide
Too long have we skulked like drifters
In the cities of the neon sun
Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters
Mona lisas where the paint has run
I miss our glorious past
Our nightly flights on fear dependent
Like phantoms in the eaves for miss christine
When the song bird broke her neck
Wolves howl their fogbound serenades
Churches arch their backs with balustrades
Praise be to the shedding of masquerades
When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid
Of the covenant made...
Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat
There is murder in the thirst
Rich red vascular tapestries
Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep
In dreams where themes of bestiality
Are a blessing on their sunday sheep
Sermons hang a black gown
Over cemetery and sundown
Now the clock is harrying midnight
And the ghosts of yet-to-come
Will she show rewrites of dark delight
Or the sewers we ve overrun?
I see a winter palace
Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck
When swan lake crushed poor sanity s spirit
As i threw her to it bled
We rise with the sun in the underworld
We suffer from a graveless name
We prise wide lids
And wounds with lips curled
Over teeth that have tasted shame
We walk this eden, a secret
Faces hidden under leonine pride
In dusk s embrace
We find it hard to keep it
When blood and lust and waking worlds collide