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: Nocturnal Supremacy

Interpret:
Cradle of Filth
Album:
Dusk And Her Embrace
Weak midnight promises of love 
Were wept upon Her grave 
And shunned by stars above 
In mortal life lurks my dismay 
An Angel stole my heart 
and Death took Her away 


She sleeps beyond the grace of god 
A dreaming beauty 
If wishes could only fray that bond 
The dead would sing for me... 


Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice 
A poet's serenade 
Her name a whisper 'pon my lips 
And lo, Rorasa came 


Fear me not my grieving King 
Funereal in breath 
The secrets of the dark I know 
And thus, we shall cheat Death" 


My promises wrought though despondence that night 
Have delivered me gifts from the grave 
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life 
Never a Devil so vain 
The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost 
And no heaven would silence the pain 
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost 
Desire for warm blood again 


Princess lay down thy florid cheek 
In drunken splendour 
Tonight rare regal fate has cast 
The wolves among the sheep 


Dark nature clasp my soul 
Around Her throat mine arms enfold 
To sleep, perchance to dream 
And then... 
To dusk and flesh ascend 


The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies 
and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide 
>From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore 
Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war 
As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day 
To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey 


We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea 
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous 
Eternity 
Damnation 
Salvation 
Stigmata plague 


The wine of Bacchus flows 
Listen to the thunder rage 


Deceivers dragged before their cross 
I am He that vanquished Death 
And bore the sting of loss 
What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? 
His temple, ruined, burns 
And sweet Rorasa laughs 


I am enamoured and imparadised 
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes 
"I will crush them all 
If this holds thy delight" 
Rather dead forever than to lose her 
Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite