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: Of Mist And Midnight Skies

Interpret:
Cradle of Filth
Album:
The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
We, the nocturnal few 
bound by other laws 
to the service of the enemies of god 
are silent and hidden 
yet our exquisite fire burns on 
poised to engulf... 


Tie a man to his god 
he may not walk for fear 
of falling foul to temptation 
where once faith stood her ground 


Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame 
cast the fetid virgin back from where she came 
drink deep of the promise in my eyes... 
of mist and midnight skies 


I drown in fathomless dreams 
and in the reeking mire of virtue scream 
I yearn to sell my very soul 
(And you shall 
for none so dark & sinister 
will arise to embrace the Arts) 
Do What Thou Wilt 
until the stones in my heart stand still 
regardless of the cost to your repugnant god 


The last May frost may blight the crops 
and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog 
or nature, but infernal tasks... 
"By your cursings and imprecations 
you wrong both Man & beast 
by whatever whim you serve 
of the Devil your leige" 


Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways 
will be wrought to condemn thee 
conspiring to cull the pagan ways 


Twist back their lies, personify their needs 
the war begins by Satanic decree 
if Evil we be, we will our lives... 
To mist and midnight skies 


(I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children) 


Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league 
and bring the host of the nazarene to their knees 
breath the life of an entity never-born 
darkness now descend in raven form 
the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread 
Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me 


I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feet 
raper of all my worldly enemies 


Lycanthropy, please poison me 
send acausal instincts crawling my brain 
take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed 
Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head 
the cross-stick will fade when the usurper hangs 
for now we congregate where once my angel sang 


That night they came and took her away from me 
I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse 
and to spit in the face of their... "god" 


We will ride again 
in the midnight skies