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: To Eve The Art Of Witchcraft

Interpret:
Cradle of Filth
Album:
The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Crawl in awful stealth to me 
Forever a voyeur I've been 
Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon 
So she comes, unseen 




The burning seed, is thrust in Eve 
and yearning keeps me, captive of desire 


Make me as a flower that grows 
forever in your throne 
that I might pollinate the world 
with darkness as your own 
Embrace me in spellbinding eyes 
the fire of life that never dies 
tear deeper through my paper wounds 
and never leave inside 


Love shall consume and bathe the Lady 
whom I worship and ride thereon 
She will greet me as a serpent 
in her dark, secret Eden 
and I will always want 
for her witchcraft is 
Desire... (Desire...) 
My soul is poisoned from within... 


I crawl with languid guilt to thee 
forever flushed in sin 
Lamia, latria I give 
my soul is poisoned from within 


Wisdom breeds, fecundity 
and her cunt she feeds, to fulfill her desire 


To Eve I cum... 


Sevenfold my passion wrought 
To ransack Eden, and to taste the whore 
I cling beyond her sabled court 
She is a gateway, to that darkness lost 


(Now dream...) 


I am the gentle stream 
that trickles through the summer glades 
of ever green peace 
Therefore we will drink my sleep and dream 
I am the bleeding sky, 
the snatching wind of war 
blowing through the savage garden 
My crown is fire, the erotic sinews of lust 
like strings to be pulled, and cut 
I will make my puppets dance 
The men will bow down before me 
to take my flesh as lucid thoughts 
of dark, unbridled lust 
I am all these things and more 
Thus I await you, nemesis of restraint 
The code of life, and the bride of evil itself 


Oh, the fevered need for Her 
when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desire 
the all-consuming fire 
Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch 
the tree is plundered but I have the seed 
to be sown in thee 


"Mon sortilege a ete le pouvoir qui diovent 
avoir les ames fortes sur les espirits faibles"