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: Deflowering The Maidenhead, Displeasuring The Goddess

Interpret:
Cradle of Filth
Album:
Hammer of the Witches
Cracked Mirrors scatter reflection
Beauty falls from Her state of perfection
Good grace has fled this dream
While the Cats away
The Rats will Ravage


Despotic, Necrotic fingers
Have lingered with Rape's Affection
Hoods face this global scene
As they stoop to prey
Nature grows more savage


She shudders at our foetal fatal touch
Heavenly Her body reft 
and left amongst the Dead
Once grateful seeds in Her natal hutch
Our species breeds
Deflowering the Maidenhead


Religion caw epistles
Twisted laws extend their thristles
A crown to justify
Our place atop this hellbound carriage


This judgment has come from on high
Deforesters pray to the amplified sky
stripped of Her gowns
Temples ripped down
Her curses hearse NOW
This judgment has come from on high
Look at Her spears
With true fear in your eyes


Summoning the coven
The four horsemen eschaton
She the sumptuous Earth
Deep scars were forced upon


Queen Catastrophia seer renewal grew to see
Humanity in ruins sped to Death on rotten knees


We freed the flames that came to haunt Her
The greed that tore Her Elvish bodice


She was the storm that warmed to slaughter
Our selfish needs
Displeasuring the Goddess


Plastering disaster 
Faster pandemics appear
Anthropocentric pockets 
Last plagues are spreading near


Grand levelling with seven tongues acerbic whore-astride
As the oceans swell in venom at our slick black ecocide


This judgment has come from on high
Poisoners choke on the smoke-ridden Sty
Forewarnings ignored
Faith in a Lord
Life's blessings uncared for
This judgment has come from on high
Suffer this Kiss as She whispers goodbye
Goodbye...


What have we done? 
And what have we become?
In this distance from our mother,
From the gates of late Eden?


Blinded, undone
Glowering into the sun
A world of mass congrestion smothered
In the waste of late Eden


And what of Her?
Gaia, Cybele 
where is jewelled Ishtar
That shone forth like the stars?


Now maniacal She moves against us all
To destroy recreate anew
To dance amok amidst annihilation


Extinction greets foul creatures left
Deflowering the Maidenhead
Displeasuring the Goddess