Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

V Empire Or Dark Faerytales In Phallustein

Black candles dance to an overture 
but I am drawn past their flickering lure 
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room 
where the vigilant trees push out of the womb 


I sip the blood-red wine 
my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time 
from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life 
from Chaos born out of love and the scythe 
the forest beckons with her nocturnal call 
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves 
where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn 
in the dark, odiferous earth 


We embrace like two lovers at death 
a monument to the trapping of breath 
as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck 
to drop roses on my marbled breast 
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves 
and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze 
to learn from the dark and the voices between 


This is my will... 


The forest whispers my name...again and again 


When the moon is full 
we shall assemble to adore 
the potent spirit of your Queen, 
my mother great Diana. 
She who fain would learn all sorcery 
yet has not won its deepest secrets, 
then my mother will 
Teach her, in truth 
all things as yet unknown 


I walk the path 
to the land of the Dark Immortals 
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul 
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs 


Come to me, my Pale Enchantress 
In the moon of the woods we kiss 


Artemis be near me 
in the arms of the ancient oak 
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose 
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked 


The principle of Evil 
evolution has been recalled 
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon 
I stand enthralled 
...In the whispering forest 


"Pale, beyond porch and portal, 
crowned with leaves, she stands, 
who gathers all things mortal, 
with cold immortal hands, 
her languid lips are sweeter, 
than love's who fears to greet her, 
to men that mix and meet her, 
from many times and lands."