Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Cruelty And The Beast

Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring 
Her spinal chill rakes the earth 
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing 
Woebetidings of rebirth 
Under cold stares of Mars maligned 
Near-suicides cross their hearts 
And unborns writhe in tepid brine 
For something wicked this way starts 


Beneath the howling stars 


Elizabeth, paragon of vice 
Watches the sun set pyres alight 
As Bane and Tyranny, Her Dobermans sleep 
Like spellbound paramours at Her feet 


A chatter of bells without 
Raise hellhounds, teeth on edge 
From sleighs hastened through snow lit red 
Guests espied from the garret ledge 


Great gloomy mirror tell Her face 
She will outblind them all 
That heavenly bodies would fall from grace 
To possess such a lustrous pall 


For beauty is always Cruel... 
For beauty is always... 


(Let destiny in chains commence... 
Damnation under Gods seeking recompense 
Enslaving to the whims of this mistress) 


As the dance ensued 
Elizabeth's mood 
Tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon 
In slick black iciness it grew 
To consume 
The wench Her tower tombed 
Tending to Her costume 
Bore the brunt of the storm 
When the needle askewed 
She has Her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through 
Restored to jaded bliss 
This evisceratrix 
Descended to the ball 
With painted blood upon Her lips 
Passing like a comet so white 
As to eclipse 
The waltz wound down, transfixed 


Devoid of all breath in the air 
Even Death paled to compare 
To the taint of Her splendour 
So rare and engendered 
'Pon the awed throng gathered 
There... 


Beneath the howling stars 


She danced so macabre 
Men entranced divined from Her gait 
That this angel stepped from a pedestal 
Had won remission from fate 
By alighting to darker spheres 
Delighting in held sway 
For She was not unlike the Goddess 
To whom the wolves bayed 


"Whilst envy glanced daggers 
From court maidens, arboured 
Who whispered in sects 
Of suspicions abroad 
That Elizabeth bewitched 
See how even now the whore casts 
Her spells upon the Black Count 
Whom Her reddened lips hold fast" 


Tongue unto tongue 
Swept on tides without care 
For the harpies who rallied 
Their maledict glares 
A halo of ravens tousled Her hair 
Chandeliers a tiara 
For passions ensnared 


"Phantasies sexed 
When their eyes, moonstruck met 
Their friction wore a way 
Through the sea of foreplay 
Lovers at first bite 
She an Eve tempted to lay 
Gasping at rafters 
Flesh pressed in ballet" 


But caprice, honours leashed 
She absconded the feast 
To prowl wonderland 
Beasts in hand from the Keep 
Of Feudal dilemma 
Well mantled in furs 
Through cullis to watch 
Dogstars howl at the earth 


On this violent night 
Unholy night 
Winds lashed their limbs together 
As the ether vent its wintry spite 


She wished His kiss on Her frozen landscapes 
To excite the bleak advance 
From castle bowers 
Wherein small hours 
The Devil never came by chance 
A lone charm tied to Her inner thigh 
Sent lusts nova as hooves trod 
Cobbled streets where lowlives fleet 
Were flung to a wayward god 


Midwinter wrongs the rites of Spring 
Her spinal chill rakes the earth 
Whilst pensive souls at zero sing 
Woebetidings of rebirth 
Under cold stares of Mars maligned 
Near-suicides cross their hearts 
And unborns writhe in tepid brine 
For something wicked this way starts 


Beneath the howling stars 


Pounding upon the pauper ridge 
Earshot of a hunched beldame 
Elizabeth teased, would He dare to please 
Such elderly loins enflamed? 
To this He feigned a grim disdain 
Playing to Her slayful eye 
But the hag replied... 


"This girl that chides 
Will soon be as plagued with age as I" 


Her consort laughed a plume of icy breath 
For Elizabeth's grace could raise 
A flag of truce in burning heaven 
Or the dead from early graves 
Yet still She seethed 
This proud Snow Queen 
Embittered with the cursed retort 
And because He sought Her loves onslaught 
He gutted the crone for sport 


Soon in full moon fever they were wed 
Lycanthropic in the conjugal bed 
Littered with aphrodisiacs 
To tease dynastic union 
And beget them further maniacs 


Elizabeth 
Free reigned, now a Countess 
Outwielded and outwore 
Her title like a favoured dress 
Whilst Her errant Lord 
Whose seasons savoured war 
Stormed black to fell the infidel 
Her embers, tempered, roared.