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: Heaven Torn Asunder

Interpret:
Cradle of Filth
Album:
Dusk And Her Embrace
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