Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Midian

Her bouquets are wilted 
Too long has She slept 
Their cruel red mouths darkened 
To bowed silhouettes 
I saw in a new moon 
With Her scent on my breath 
But then all to soon 
Came the hunger for flesh 


I held Her in eyes like necropoli 
Laying Her on a tomb with a view 
Lighting Her from Her feet 
To the stars in Her hair 
Drove sweet blood to Her throat 
And My lips parted there 


(In the tone of splintered bone) 
She screams benighted 
My limbs ignite 
A carneal carnivore 
On all fours to go... 


An ebon Nemesis 
From torture gardens of Dis 
Having never breathed an Eve 
As far narcotic as this 
Two spellbound hellhounds 
Hearts pounding loud 
Racing Heaven out of focus 
Under quicksilver clouds 


"God is maimed come let us prey..." 
To lunar deities that pave deadways 
Twixt the living and the grave 
Amor e Morte 
To cast our fearl shadows there 
We made Love bleed on a Deathbed shared 
Where, begging Me to feed 
To best be Were... 


I licked Her wounds and ate Her rare 


Argentinum spurred 
her watnon words incurred 
A sin ridden tongue 
To open trading in fur 
Never were those gates of pearl 
So rubbed to their cusp 
Never were the Worlds above 
So bitten with the bestial... 


Seraphim fell like guillotines 
Giving gracious head 


Instead of harking prophecies 
And how our brother sang 
Amor e Morte 
In the thick evergreens 
Theirs was a chorus for raucous souls 
Shifting shape and lifting napes 
To commemorate 
Erotic stains 
Amor e Morte 


Unfasten thy masque 
Come skyclad to my arms 
Leave thy gown a dark pool at thy feet 
I yearn musky valleys that no Man hath seen 
The chill keen of stars 
Over Yew and deep wooded ravines 
A hidden meridian 
Where Midian may be... 


In black antlered glades 
Encunted in this forest Goddess 
She whispers My name 
I buck under flames 
Animal nitrates 
Howling through my veins 


I ride riptides that wrest and writhe to the fore 
New lusts ecllipsing lips 
That brought me to this verge of War 
With inner beasts unleashed 
To feast, fuck and run 
Rampart in chase of She wolf pacts 
Forged on heat with setting Suns 


I love the night 
It would murder My soul 
Should I ever fall blind 
For though thy flesh haunts 
I keep also in mind 
The stampede of clouds 
From Dusk's predatory sky 


Purple versed like the funeral hearse 
That first turned thee over to My... 
Unbridled kiss when I found thee in mist 
Dressed for the sepulchre 
My Demon bride... 


God is maimed come let Us prey..." 
To Lunar Deities that pave deadways 
Twixt the living and the grave 
Amor e Morte 
Ours was a chorus for raucous souls 
Shifting sape and lifting nape 
To commemorate 
Erotic stains 


Amor e Morte 
Amor e Morte