Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh

Spells lay daggers before me 
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs 
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain 
the tumour grows until the enemy is slain 




Slightless storm 
knee-deep in hate I seeth 
my purpose here has woken to breath 
Total war on the brethren of Men 
millions regardless 
dying by my hand 


A Black Age Of Fire 
brief in its vicious eloquence 
removing the dross 
love will arise from the ashes of your loss 


Then and only then 
will the pleasure of Eden be mine 
and the sinews of life itself will be tied 
in the very veins of my bloodline 


And their tears taste like wine... 


I will rule as a king 
and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen 
in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded 
with the jewels of blasphemy 


The blood is the life! 


I seek to evoke a new order in Man 
a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem 
the lion is vexed to uproot and descend 
Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust 
tempering weapons of criminal lust 
I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies 
thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease 


The blood is the life! 


Even the moon will not lend thee her light 
the darkness serves will to snuff out human life 
that I might reclaim the world as my right 


I kill without scruple or silent regret 
in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect 
for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain 
tiny red miracles falling like...rain 


The incessant pall of death surrounds me 
but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed 
there will be no dread thereafter 
the mysteries I reveal unto thee 


I stir the hearts of the wisest 
by the fools I will always be feared 
my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter... 


A crescendo of passion bleeding... 
on the pale reflection of dawn 


Devour The Sun 


"The Great Man of his time 
is He who expresses 
the Will of his time; 
who tells his time what it wills; 
and who carries it out"