Cradle of Filth je black/gothicmetalová skupina založená v Suffolku ve Spojeném království roku 1991. Kapela, které dominuje chorobně ječivý vokál Daniho Filtha, hrála zprvu black metal doplněný o temné klávesové party. Dnes je její styl...

Píseň: Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids

Interpret:
Cradle of Filth
Album:
Lovecraft & Witch Hearts
Hear Me now! 
All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow... 


Maleficent in dusky rose 
Gathered satin lapped Her breasts 
Like blood upon the snow 
A tourniquet of Topaz 
Glistened at Her throat 
Awakening, pulled from the tomb 
Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon 
That She outshone as a fallen star 
A regal ornament from a far flung nebular 


Her likeness hung in the black gallery 
Commanding unease 
Demanding of Death to breathe... 


Midst the whirl and daylight fauna 
Of society at court 
Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause 
Though Her torchlit shadow 
Thrown upon damp cellar walls 
Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled 


Thirteen Winter solstices had shown 
Her path, that the dark 
Had marked its dominion 
Spaying the confessor 
Whose caresses she'd known, 
As whipcord in the House of Dog 
Her cold cunt meat on holy bone 


Raped of faith, She now embraced 
The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face 
With this disdain, inside these veins 
(Highborn wanton that She was) 
She sought to keep what age would claim 
Her soul was sold and for this toll 
Reeking pyres ever smouldered 
On the whims of one so in control 
Elizabeth, mysterious. 
Cruelty brought thee orchids 
From the bowels of the abyss 


Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries 
And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs 
Exhumed by scrying eyes 
Madness came upon 
Her like an amourous lover's seed 
Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin 
In gouts torture unleashed 


And to Her dead reflection 
Twas as if Her pallor gleamed 
Like an angel's warmed by candles 
Where erotic stains had cleaved 
So demons dragged this libertine 
Lusts screaming for release 
Upon the flesh of maidens preened 
As canvas for caprice 


Exacting obeisance 
Her gaze held a seance 
Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune 
A sleeter mistress than Luna 
Whose threats to consume Her 
Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon 


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 
From the bowels of the abyss