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Cradle Of Filth lyrics
Album: Nymphetamine [2004]
| Satyriasis | |
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"Satyriasis"
Glory and praise to thee in all the steeps
Of Heaven where thou didst reign, and in the deeps
Of Hell where fallen thy dream, silently.
Saby_Goth@hotmail.com
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| Gilded C*** | |
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Your misery is worn as a veil
To hide bewitchment of the ugliest kind
In place of Eve a bitter parody hails
Daggers from the swagger
Of a sodomite's concubine
Bine
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Your thin pretence overstretched and sickly
Feigns love and light a long time laid in the grave
My preference leans to killing you quickly
Scissored in the gizzard
That a heart no more maintains
But I am tied
To the labyrinth and the beast
The one way track of eyes
Black and grey like panzers
Loose your shell
Shoot the mouth
The gates of hell
Have often dropped their jaws about
Satan's agents are perversions to bear
Side to side with the diversions
You use to guide my fingers there
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Dirty little gold digger
Cunt (Cunt)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Cunt
Cunt
Nothing is above you save a boreal light
That halo paid for by a consummated ring of ice
And below you, will I see you tonight?
Glower from your tower
Built of ivory and spite
For I am torn
Between the sheets that keep me borne
And the teeth of a storm
That reap then rend my stanzas
Click your heels
Three times six
The stars are fixed
May I climb and get you one?
The palace at Versailles never held your tongue
Nor did heaven ever weather
The crosses that you came upon
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Dirty little soul frigger
Cunt (Cunt)
Gilded cunt
Oh, you gilded cunt
Cunt
Cunt
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| Nemesis | |
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Tonight is the night...
The empwering wind that draws breath from despise
Roars beneath my wings as I soar with the end in sight
Choirs ignite...
A swansong for Leda
Deathknells for Troy
Tragedy blooms from one act -
I am Nemesis
Poured in my arms
When my daughters' eyelids closed
I swore to slaughter those
Who stole my ray of moonlight
So strike up the skies
The diction of thunder
God-given rites
No fiction can deafen the fact -
I am Nemesis
Cowled in utter grief
I am the priest of a new disorder
Whose flag is unfurled
Bears a hatred for the Western World
There is no compromise
No piped lament to stay the blind
Just a shrike cacophony of war
Ashes ember, fires rise
No longer am I paralysed
Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for
Black is my heart
I am Nemesis
Tonight is the night...
The city sweats fever, the filth in her womb
Shifts like the seasons' unease at the hands of doom
Restless inside
Her split underbelly
Suitored like flies
Martial bowels now contract-
I am Nemesis
Poured in my arms
When my daughters' eyelids closed
I swore to slaughter those
Who stole my ray of moonlight
Never again
Our enemies entertained
I toy at the clasp of her chain
And remember the fight
Cowled in utter grief
I am the priest of a new disorder
Whose flag is unfurled
Bears a hatred for the Western World
There is no compromise
No piped lament to stay the blind
Just a shrike cacophony of war
Ashes ember, fires rise
No longer am I paralysed
Now I drown in a loss worth fighting for
Black is my heart
I am Nemesis
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| Gabrielle | |
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Foul snake despair
Where once you darkened gardens
Another coils there
Where twice you sliced all hope from me
And left these present stars
An insane love now burns above
The weft of incandescent stars
Hilt your dripping fangs that range
Skywards to rend apart
I might have sang of wings unchained
But long before I locked my heart
For Gabrielle
A fit and perfect stitch of foreign parts
Whose beauty fostered poets
Whose laugh like silver bells
Thawed your bitter winter from my path
Gabrielle
Foul snake despair
Where once you peddled secrets
Another spoils there
With speech that sweetens drowning
In deep lagoons of eyes
And legs that begged aplogies
For lengths they mesmerised
Spare your hissing sentiments
For Her fee welts more than thine
Though no malice She weans
Just a palace of dreams
Where windswept chambers pine
For Gabrielle
Whose hair of spun onyx is run with gold
Her rouge lips smack of dark blood
Her name in whisper rolls
Forever on my tongue
Lest her memory dissolve
Gabrielle
Once crucified
I would have died
A thousand more times
Just to feel her breath
On my neck as a fervent lover
To drown her sighs
In floods of tears so well refined
And blind from spying Her
In the arms of others...
Buried inside
Where She's all but mine
Save for those that dine
On Her perfect carcass
Gabrielle
Foul snake despair
Where once you wreaked my misery
Another toils there
For long lost Gabrielle
Whose nightly spreading grin
Persists in other faces
By whom I'm slowly taken in
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| Absinthe With Faust | |
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Artist/Band – Cradle Of Filth
Album – Nymphetamine
Song – Absinthe With Faust
Pour the emerald wine,
Into crystal glasses,
We will touch the divine,
Through kisses catharsis,
Let us pitch to the seven-year itch,
Of the ultra-decadent,
To a tainted world and the painted girls,
That our fantasies spent,
Tripping through boudoirs laced with opiate themes,
Sipping the bizarre, tasting copious dreams,
A toast to those most sacrilegious of days,
Where for every whim won,
One soon repays,
We touched the stars,
That now laugh from afar,
At we… the damned,
The damned,
The damned,
The damned,
We have spent our time,
Drenched in opulent splendour,
But when midnight chimes,
Will gilded souls surrender?,
Let us drink on the giddying brink,
Of pools of excrement,
All manner of shit for the glamour and glitz,
Mephistopheles lent,
I remember the night as if it were engraved,
A bright marble bridge stretched across dark waves,
To the shore from the moon and by her grace,
Came that erudite stranger,
That fucker,
He was a predator ready to come,
A bat would show every rendering scroll,
And all the glitz across the gold,
And we wanted everything,
That foretold lost our souls,
Come my friend, to fate let’s raise,
Two finger shots at this our last soiree,
For tomorrow I fear,
Swoops all too deadly near,
This precipitous weir to Hell’s high gate,
We touched the stars,
That now laugh from afar,
At we… the damned,
The damned,
The damned,
The damned,
He was a predator ready to come,
A bat would show every rendering scroll,
And all the glitz across the gold,
And we wanted everything,
That foretold lost our souls,
Our souls,
Foretold lost our souls… our souls,
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| Medusa and Hemlock | |
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Cradle of Filth – Medusa and Hemlock
Dim the lights, wrong the rites
Toss the pucrile 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 wickerman burning
The wind, she whispers
through the graveyards of our hearts…
Wreathed in dreams
As She weaves Her witchcraft
We breathe, enarmoured
Of the conquering dark
Medusa and Hemlock
Harvest past, fires cast
Ashen shades this Hallowe’en
We are Set now to Beherit the earth
Widdershins, death begins
To fasion 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 wickerman burning
The wind, she flitters
Through the forest of our hearts…
Wreathed in leaves
As She weaves Her witchcraft
We breathe, enarmoured
Of the conquering dark
I will trace the knot of serpents in your hair
Plot your face, then ascending marble stares
You shall pluck me, masked, from rose-in-despair
Tasting my blood
That runs from worming tongue like prayer
Under pagan veneer snakes a fear
That makes the stars
Grieve, just to be
Uncharted on this Eve
When part of me chars a path
Through your heavenly constellations
Medusa and Hemlock
Back to black, hinges crack
Rituals call obscenities
Sheets of demons rush insanity skies
Tread the salt, the dead exult
Preachers beg our clemency
Seeking warmth in inhumanity’s eyes
We who kept the candle by the vault
We who kept the hande on the cult
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| Coffin Fodder | |
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"Coffin Fodder"
The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul
The stars I have grasped
Are so far lonely constellations
And wishing on those stars
My spirit bars annihilation
From earthen miseries
Hosts of most fell forms of greed
Ghosts of pearly gate remissions
Forever haunting me
Slit the witch and watch him bleed
As with any inquisition
Lying from the start
The preachers piled their craft
Scoffing elder glories
And dying, I depart
To make their sunken hearts
A coffin for their stories
The time is past
The falter when
Freedom slips my sombre pen
And the gates to wolves break open then
My feelings may
Seem constant prey
But claws no more will rake me
Those whores have fled to darker days
Above and beyond
I have wronged in my position
But now the winds are strong
To soar from Babel's vision
Of cutthroat jealousies
Dock to dock these mongrels breed
Dogs of fogged derision
Pacing, soon to be
Back to pack mentality
When my killing moon is risen
Trying from the start
These creatures of the dark
Were quaffing morning glories
And dying, I depart
To make their drunken hearts
A coffin for their stories
Innovation in ovation
Imagination stirs
Somewhere the dusk is lining
Red the shore of a roaring sea
And though loved there is someone pining
For the waves of blood to run and rescue me:
The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men
My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul
Their world will never break me
They will never desecrate my soul
Saby_Goth@hotmail.com
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| English Fire | |
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Album:Nymphetamine
Seven brides serve me seven sins
Seven seas writhe for me
From Orient gates to R'lyeh
Abydos to Thessaly
And sirens sing from stern
But now i cease to play
For i yearn to return
To woodland ferns
Where Herne and his wild huntress lay
Now the tidal are turning
Spurning the darkness
The great pugations of distinguished tours
Are but still in time
To the thrill that i'm
Once more
Heading to the bedding
Of Her English shores
The wind bickered in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of trees
And mist clung tight it panic to vales
When Brigantia spoke Her soul to me
From Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to Samhain feast
I heard Her lament as seasons blent
Together a chimerical beast
Now te tidal are turning
Churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished wars
Are but still in time
To the chill that climbs
Once more
Dreading the red weddings
On Her English shores
Gone are the rustic summers of my youth
Cruel winters cut there sacred throats
With polished scythes that reap worldwide
Pitch black skys and forest smoke
And the hosts that i saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghost of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
Once of Her sons from the vast far-flung
Come home to rebuild
The rampant line of the Leonine
Risen over pestilent fields
Now the tidal are turing
Burning the darkeness
The salvation of Her hungry sword
Shalt spill like wine
From the hills to chines
That pour
Spreading Her beheadings
On these English shores
For the hosts that i saw there
Drones of carrion law
Drove the ghost of my forbears
To rove and rally once more
This is a waking for England
From it's reticent doze
This is a waking for England
Lest hope and glory are regarded as foes
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| Filthy Little Secret | |
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"Filthy Little Secret"
There hides a secret
Deeply twined inside of her mind
A tried and confined egret
That pines to fly south
To this mouth of mine
Pity
Too long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Trusted to keep
The weight of oceans
From her rusted gates of sleep
A dreaming angel
Lying curled in the circles of Hell
I must protect her
Watch her back for any cracks to occur
For in the witching hour
She slips into the underworld
A pearled Persephone
Deflowered by the powers
Hat around her
Down her
Whirl
Doomed to damn the rift
Across the shifting abyss
With her body and it's gift:
My filthy little secret
I serve her slender hope
To preserve mankind from old ghosts
Disturbed though by recurring crimes
I sense that dead
Might be best for both
Pity
Too long have these emotions
Like potions, made me
A sole castellan
Posted to keep
Slow wheels in motion
From the human race to beat
Without her there
My nymphetamine with the faraway stare
Thin walls would crumble
Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lairs
For in the dead of the night
She spasms with orgasmic flare
This reamed Demeter
With Poseidons there inside her
Too appeased to grieve our air
Doomed to dam the rift
Across the shifting abyss
With her body and it's gift:
My filthy little secret
Forever sworn to keep it
My filthy little secret
Pity
Too long this urchin princess
Has incensed, made me
A wanton felon
Searching for the key
To loose her harness
And set desires lurching free
Without her there
My nymphetamine with the faraway stare
Thin walls would crumble
Horrors would corroborate from dogstar lair
But in her room at night
I care not for the underworld
Slathering and gathering emboldened Reichs
To breach, to teach
A dread thereafter
I would risk all this
For one minute of bliss
With her body and it's gift
My filthy little secret
Forever sworn to keep it
My filthy little secret
I know a deeper beauty shines
Beyond the veil
Her roots and creepers mine
As the worms beneath rise
Saby_Goth@hotmail.com
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| Swansong for a Raven | |
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Forgive the day's
Last serenades
Her skies they bruise like Nordic women
Deep crimson stains
That Death would claim
His robes of office swim in
As would i
For His dark eyes
Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe
On charred remains
With sharred disdain
For those i chose to mortify
Their cries
Have paralysed
And the smoke has choked these vistas
But still i lie
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa
A verse for Her whispered to the earth
(A lover's curse is a see-through coffin)
Praises Her curves so oft concurred
Though She was...
No Snow White on the night She died
Her shadower's boon when the moon glazed over
Lipped with blood and secrets pried
For on in they spread Her wide
That seraph bride
The Devil's pride
Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise
But they would writhe
For my dark eyes
Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's
On Esther's reign
And in this vein
I saw their lust still stain Her thighs
Their cries
Have paralysed
And the smoke has choked these vistas
But still i lie
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa
Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes
Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches
A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry...
I was...
No dark knight, breaking men like ice
I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over
Lipped with blood and last goodbyes
Now i dream
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out of Her spells
In red lettered cells
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell
Come out of His arrogant shell
Would falter to better
But Her face soon dispels
And as black feathers fell
From heaven's smoke
So i woke to insanity
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course
Would burn on the morrow with me...
And there on this night
Strung up in my sight
Naked She sways
Displayed for their vulgar delights
I scream through my bars at the stars
That for these crimes of mine solace me
I will not fear the flames
That to passion are tame
Not nearly the same searing pain
(I pray) as held sway upon losing Her
Nor the mettle of roars
That will settle like ashes and scores
As with our ghosts in the fog
When we both turn no more
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| Mother of Abominations | |
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Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Ia, Ia, Cthulhu fhtagn
Mother of abominations
Our Lady Overkill
Smothering the congregation
Grips the cosmic wheel
A lover of acceleration
No mercy or brakes applied
I see dead stars collide
In her cold unflinching powerslide
Comets tear the skies
Gushing from a shattered silence
Never so alive
Like the rush of cum on nymphetamines
Minds desanitized
Nightchords rung on a ladder of violence
Darkness fantasised
Sleek and polished black
Instrumental in stripping Gods
To neuter and mute their staves
Thereafter
Her laughter
Shalt sound aloft their future graves
Heavens above
Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new moon rising
Expect no love
When she enters your golden halls
Millennial the whore
Riding wide astride the horns of madness
Clarions forth the war
Spilling the wine of her fornication
Perrenial the gore
Filling the lines between split nations
Seeping under doors
In time tides force a wider crack
Mother of abominations
Our Lady Overkill
Smothering the congregation
Licks the royal milk
The scourge hangs at her girdle
Death slathers near her heel
Seeking blood to curdle
When the gathered clouds reveal
Her roared abortive labour
Thighs slick with molten steel
Dripping into sabres
For Vulcan spawn to wield
Instrumental in stripping Gods
To neuter and lash her slaves
Thereafter
Her laughter
Shalt sound aloft the crashing waves
Heavens above
Fear the Gorgon eyes of a new caste rising
Expect no love
When they enter your golden halls
On sanguine floods
Hear the foregone cries of the last surviving
Skewered like doves
Outside these wailing walls
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