Interpret:

Cradle of Filth

Album:

Cruelty And The Beast

Spawned wanton like blight on an auspicious night 
Her eyes betrayed spells of the moon's eerie light 
A disquieting gaze forever ghosting far seas 
Bled white and dead, Her true mother was fed 
To the ravenous wolves that the elements led 
From crag-jagged mountains that seemingly grew in unease 


Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn 
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm 
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed) 
Bringing slaves to the sodomite for the new-born 
On that eve when the Countess' own came deformed 
A tragedy crept to the name Bathory 


Elizabeth christened, no paler a rose 
Grew so dark as this sylph 
None more cold in repose 
Yet Her beauty spun webs 
Round hearts a glance would betroth 


She feared the light 
So when She fell like a sinner to vice 
Under austere, puritanical rule 
She sacrificed... 
Mandragora like virgins to rats in the wall 
But after whipangels licked prisoners, thralled 
Never were Her dreams so maniacally cruel 
(And possessed of such delights) 
For ravens winged Her nightly flights 
Of erotica 
Half spurned from the pulpit 
Torments to occur 
Half learnt from the cabal of demons 
In Her 
Her walk went to voodoo 
To see Her own shadow adored 
At mass without flaw 
Though inwards She abhored 
Not Her coven of suitors 
But the stare of their Lord 


"I must avert mine eyes to hymns 
For His gaze brings dogmas to my skin 
He knows that I dreamt of carnal rites 
With Him undead for three long nights" 


Elizabeth listened 
No sermons intoned 
Dragged such guilt to Her door 
Tombed Her soul with such stone 
For She swore the Priest sighed 
When She knelt down to atone... 


She feared the light 
So when She fell 
Like a sinner to vice 
Under austere, puritanical rule 
She sacrificed 
Her decorum as chaste 
To this wolf of the cloth 
Pouncing to haunt 
Her confessional box 
Forgiveness would come 
When Her sins were washed off 
By rebaptism in white.... 


The looking glass cast Belladonna wreaths 
'Pon the grave of Her innocence 
Her hidden face spat murder 
From a whisper to a scream 
All sleep seemed cursed 
In Faustian verse 
But there in orgiastic Hell 
No horrors were worse 
Than the mirrored revelation 
The She kissed the Devil's phallus 
By Her own decree... 


So with windows flung wide to the menstrual sky 
Solstice Eve She fled the castle in secret 
A daughter of the storm, astride Her favourite nightmare 
On winds without prayer 
Stigmata still wept between Her legs 
A cold bloodedness which impressed new hatreds 
She sought the Sorceress 
Through the snow and dank woods to the sodomite's lair 


Nine twisted fates threw hewn bone die 
For the throat of Elizabeth 
Damnation won and urged the moon 
In soliloquy to gleam 
Twixt the trees in shafts 
To ghost a path 
Past the howl of buggered nymphs 
In the sodomite's grasp 
To the forest's vulva 
Where the witch scholared Her 
In even darker themes 


"Amongst philtres and melissas 
Midst the grease of strangled men 
And eldritch truths, elder ill-omen 
Elizabeth came to life again" 


And under lacerations of dawn She returned 
Like a flame unto a deathshead 
With a promise to burn 
Secrets brooded as She rode 
Through mist and marsh to where they showed 
Her castle walls wherein the restless 
Counted carrion crows 


She awoke from a fable to mourning 
Church bells wringing Her madly from sleep 
Tolled by a priest, self castrated and hung 
Like a crimson bat 'neath the belfry 
The biblical prattled their mantras 
Hexes six-tripled their fees 
But Elizabeth laughed, thirteen Autumns had passed 
And She was a widow from god and His wrath, finally...