Texty písní Cradle of Filth

Cradle of Filth

Cruelty Brought Thee Orchids

Hear Me now!

All crimes should be treasured if they bring thee pleasure somehow...

Maleficent in dusky rose

Gathered satin lapped Her breasts

Like blood upon the snow

A tourniquet of Topaz

Glistened at Her throat

Awakening, pulled from the tomb

Her spirit freed eclipsed the moon

That She outshone as a fallen star

A regal ornament from a far flung nebular

Her likeness hung in the black gallery

Commanding unease

Demanding of Death to breathe...

Midst the whirl and daylight fauna

Of society at court

Elizabeth bedazzled, Her presence sought applause

Though Her torchlit shadow

Thrown upon damp cellar walls

Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled

Thirteen Winter solstices had shown

Her path, that the dark

Had marked its dominion

Spaying the confessor

Whose caresses she'd known,

As whipcord in the House of Dog

Her cold cunt meat on holy bone

Raped of faith, She now embraced

The narcissistic unrest frozen on the mirror's face

With this disdain, inside these veins

(Highborn wanton that She was)

She sought to keep what age would claim

Her soul was sold and for this toll

Reeking pyres ever smouldered

On the whims of one so in control

Elizabeth, mysterious.

Cruelty brought thee orchids

From the bowels of the abyss

Once upon atrocity when midwitches stifled cries

And carved abortive runes in reddened wombs

Exhumed by scrying eyes

Madness came upon

Her like an amourous lover's seed

Lifesblood splashed upon Her skin

In gouts torture unleashed

And to Her dead reflection

Twas as if Her pallor gleamed

Like an angel's warmed by candles

Where erotic stains had cleaved

So demons dragged this libertine

Lusts screaming for release

Upon the flesh of maidens preened

As canvas for caprice

Exacting obeisance

Her gaze held a seance

Of spirits too trapped under glass to commune

A sleeter mistress than Luna

Whose threats to consume Her

Met with torments giving vent to Her swoon

Flat on Her back

Pack-prey for the reams

Of verses and curses

That haunted Her dreams

Midnightmare chimed

Thirteen in Her mind

A disciple of scars

Branded years hissed behind

Ridden split-thighed

By the Father of lies

An ovation of wolves

Blushed the skies as they writhed

But Heaven is never forever

She came, a spent storm

From the clouds...

Leaving serpents in office

Inside every gate

To lick righteous holes

Blinding Lords to the fate

Of virgins forced naked

To defile on rent knees

Hacked and racked backwards

Menses choking their pleas

"More. Whore. More.

Twitching make me wet with thee

Carcass rub me raw"