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: The Vampyre At My Side
- Interpret:
- Cradle of Filth
- Album:
- Hammer of the Witches
Accompanied by bloodshed Neath the Reaper's sallow craw In league with fallen angels Came a wolf unto my door A portrait of perfection Potent her siren song I spread my dreams beneath her feet And had them royally pissed upon Burning with this itching sickness of a tortured soul Cloying She exudes a lure more animal than human Intoxicating chemistry Baiting masturbators with a dominant handshake This wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just ties me to her throne In exaltation She builds on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my demise Burning with this witching sickness of a tortured soul Toying I shudder at her touch so wonderful Akin to a helpless pin Snatched in maiden flight by a savage magnet She's the boot heel kiss of annihilation Gilded cunt worship A war of hormones swarming south As Insects hived in her succulent skull Make a beeline for the honey mouth My life once breathed like a ouija board Just ghosts of 'yes', mostly ignored So I wished for her and like tragedy she came Dispensing hatred Death amongst us all The hypnotic guest that permeates the ball Is a creature who has leeched me, beautiful And beguiling in enticing whispers And lest she breaks the fall Be prepared for shattered miracles The moon has never shone so red and terrible As on that night my madness rose to kiss her Strife then seethed like a terrible sea Buried in a life lost prematurely Classic Poe had no horrors on me When her claws had dug deep enough Enough! Once hurting, for certain A curtain of dark ravens has risen Asserting 'nevermore'! Nevermore! Burning with the lifting sickness of a tortured soul Joying In the turn of her infernal final screw Laughter masked Saturnalia As the mallet in my linen wished her grin anew That wicked bitch Cruella to the bone Each vivid stich Just tied me to her throne In exaltation She built on endless lies Mircalla, Maleresian Architect of my despise In exaltation My sweet revenge presides For I have lived through Sodom and tomorrow And the vampyre at my side