Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

From The Cradle To Enslave

Sister midnight comes blaspheming 
Screaming in the keys of faith and fear 
Unentwining our spines twists me to kneeling... 
Spilling like the moonlight on her glistening rear 


Defiled at heart 
In this perfect hell 
Under red leaves bleeding 
Over scaled chateau we fell 
To demonocracy 
Where neither Adam or Eve 
Conceived of such iniquities 
From pleasure or pain 
Or the razor's edge inbetween 
Thou art my seventh heaven burning 
Going down as with the sun... 


Within like a river fluids moves a torrent 
Bound to please 
On denierred knees 
In any wicked way 
That her whims may warrant 


I hang on every verb 
Every dirty word 
Interred 
In her pornoglossa... 


Christlike, whipped and weak 
Painted nails driven through the meek 
Yet in obituary 
My dreams still weep 
Of dark blood and f**king thee 


Thou art seventh heaven burning 
Going down as with the day 
Baring lunar curvature 
Like canvas for a lick of pain 


Writhing like a viper 
Deep inside her Eden 
Forbidden to eat 
I kiss leylines to her feet 
Then baiting wrath 
I steal a path 
Back to the fruits of her womb 


Back to the crack of her tomb... 


Her roseate sliver 
Quivers with snuff appeal 
The torque of her hips 
Lip-sync me in for the kill 
Tongue-tied, tightrope and spread like disease 
I drain the cup of this Miss Sire 
Her water into wine for me 


Thou art my seventh angel squirming 
'Neath the forked tongue of the beast 
Arching toward the fabled 
Like a sculptured nymph seeking base relief... 


Whilst the world outside 
(A wood of suicide) 
Would die for this release 
Our slow orgasmic fuses greet... 


By night and by candle 
At each other's throat 
In a slick drift of red 
Setting god's teeth on edge 
We were as wolves preying inside the fold 
Of a slaughtered lamb throw 
On a four poster bed... 


Succulent, Succubus 


Laid without rest 
In the dead of the night 
Succulent, Succubus 


In thy arms 
And thy wetness 
On glossed lips I taste 
Conspiracies, secrecies, sorceries laced 
With thick unguent rum 
Black-rayed suns and Autumn 
Always in season for our nightfall from grace 


Gorge upon my seed 
Starved Persephone 
Succulent, Succubus 
Succour me. 
That I might keep 
Thee with me in Hades 
Succulent, Succubus 
Succour me