CRADLE OF FILTH: The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh

Morceau : THE FOREST WHISPERS MY NAME
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

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 winemy 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 dank, odiferous earthWe embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trapping of breath
as restriction is bled from the veins in 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
I walk the pathto 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 EnchantressIn the moon of the woods we kiss
Artemis be near mein 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 Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled…
In the whispering forest

Morceau : THE BLACK GODDESS RISES
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

Thee I invoke, bornless one
all woman, pure predator
wherein conspiracy and impulse dwell
like a seething fall from grace
Thee I worship…
Thou art darkest Gabrielle
Lilith who rode the steed
thou art pale Hecaterising from Thessaly
Crush their unworthy idols
no church shall bar our paths
eductive Evil drink your fill
of the bleeding christ in your arms
You are in my dreams
the darkness in my eyes
the rapture in my screams
Black Goddess arise
Nothing will keep us apart
we could kill them all
if our desire tore free
Our union is one, sweet, sinful Eve
And the night draws in beside her
as we embrace the dark side by side
I pour my soul to those eyes full of fire
to harvest the seed ploughed inside her
Archangel, snare the flesh
suck dry the ebbing wound
leave them lifeless and broken
my beloved…
Oh, how I craved for you
You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of Winter
am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight?
And the fear retreats forever
(come to me…Black Goddess arise)
when my secrets are buried in thine
(come to me…Black Goddess arise)
under seven stars we came together
(come to me…Black Goddess arise)
to plot the new age’s decline
(come to me…ARISE!)
Ishtar my Queencome forth to meand help me seize
my future from the House of Death
That in the release of immortality
I should slay their fucking nazarene
Ah…the lies…the jew…I kill for you
Hidden lusts will break the gates and swarm
as love secretes the thrill for war
the virgin raped shall seek to whore
She-wolf bare your snarling jaw

Morceau : A CRESCENDO OF PASSION BLEEDING
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

Spells lay daggers before me
passion speaks in grue vehement stabs
Trance my eyes, fix my focus to pain
the tumour grows until the enemy is slain
(Gut The Church)
Slightless stormknee-deep in hate I seeth
my purpose here has woken to breath
Total war on the brethren of Man
millions regardless
dying by my hand
A Black Age Of Fire
brief in its vicious eloquencere
moving the dross
love will arise from the ashes of your loss
Then and only then
will the pleasure of Eden be mine
and the sinews of life itself will be tied
in the very veins of my bloodline
And their tears taste like wine…
I will rule as a king
and the Goddess will sit as my guiding Queen
in the glory of the earth our crowns are studded
with the jewels of blasphemy
The blood is the life!
I seek to evoke a new order in Man
a flood of compulsion to resurrect Khem
the lion is vexed to uproot and descend
Chaos my steed in the thick, clinging dust
tempering weapons of criminal lust
I hold sway from the East to fulfill prophecies
thinning the cause as fresh cells to disease
The blood is the life!
Even the moon will not lend thee her light
the darkness serves will to snuff out human life
that I might reclaim the world as my right
I kill without scruple or silent regret
in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect
for I am the pleasure that comes from your pain
tiny red miracles falling like…rain
The incessant pall of death surrounds me
but this is not the part of me that wishes to breed
there will be no dread thereafter
the mysteries I reveal unto thee
I stir the hearts of the wisest
by the fools I will always be feared
my Kingdom feeds off their slaughter…
A crescendo of passion bleeding…
on the pale reflection of dawn
Devour The Sun

Morceau : TO EVE THE ART OF WITCHCRAFT
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

Crawl in awful stealth to me
Forever a voyeur I’ve been
Nocturnal Goddess of the Moon
So she comes, unseenThus (Uzza and Azel) speak
The burning seed, is thrust in Eveand 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 isDesire…
(Desire…)
My soul is poisoned from within…
I crawl with languid guilt to thee
forever flushed in sinLamia, 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
there you will drink my stream
and dream…I will make my puppets dance
The men will bow down before me
To take my flesh as elusive thoughts
of dark, unbridled love…
Oh, the fevered need for Her
when greed and lust are sharpened in that one desiret
he all-consuming fire
Reveal to me your mysteries, Witch
the tree is plundered but I have the seed
to be sown in thee

Morceau : TO EVE THE ART OF WITCHCRAFT
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

We, the nocturnal few
bound by other laws
to the service of the enemies of god
are silent and hidden
yet our exquisite fire burns on
poised to engulf…
Tie a man to his god
he may not walk for fear
of falling foul to temptation
where once faith stood her ground
Renounce the guilt, ignite the flame
cast the fetid virgin back from where she came
drink deep of the promise in my eyes…
Of mist and midnight skies
I drown in fathomless dreams
and in the reeking mire of virtue scream
I yearn to sell my very soul
(And you shall
for none so dark and sinister
will arise to embrace the Arts)
Do What Thou Wilt
until the stones in my heart stand still
regardless of the cost to your repugnant god
The late May frost may blight the crops
and will never be ascribed to the heavenly dog
or nature, but infernal tasks…
« By your cursings and imprecations
you wrong both Man and beast
by whatever whim you serve
of the Devil your leige
« Tie belief to the trinity, and seven ways
will be wrought to condemn thee
conspiring to cull the pagan ways
Twist back their lies, personify their needs
the war begins by Satanic decree
if Evil we be, we will our lives…
To mist and midnight skies
(I will avenge the deaths of a thousand burning children)
Be bound to a covenant with us in our hellish league
and bring the host of the nazarine to their knees
breath the life of an entity never-born
darkness now descend in raven form
the words, the burning rasp, vibrate the cosmic thread
Arcturus is risen Queen, hold forth the severed head to me
I pour my lovelorn kisses at your feetraper of all my worldy enemies
Lycanthropy, please poison me
send acausal instincts crawling through my brain
take me, Mistress, until perversion is fed
Dark Magick pleasures weaved under the jewelled moon-head
the cross stick will fade when the usurper hangs
for now we congregate where once my angel sang
That night they came and took her away from me
I lost the woman I loved and I learned how to curse
and to spit in the face of their… « god »
We will ride againin the midnight skies

Morceau : A DREAM OF WOLVES IN THE SNOW
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

May dreams be brought that I might reach…
the gentle strains of midnight speech
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh’s children come
to run with me, to hunt as onet
o snatch the lambs of christ
from where they fall…

Morceau : SUMMER DYING FAST
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth

Through acrid clouds of summer flies
the garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreams
clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene

I watch the storm approaching
the darkness calls my name
the trees are growing restless
they feel the season change
their fruit has putrified
forbidden once and bound to die
the thread of life lies severed
on the brink of paradise
Grinning winds of hate unfurled
dash towers tall that grip the sun
talons stretch beneath her veil
reclamation, our time has come…
Autumn spreads its golden wings
and lays the path for those unseen
a tangled web of evil spun at last…
Winter spawns from barren thighs
to readdress, to slay the blind
and throw the reins untethered to the skies
They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
wrapped alone in a blanket of night
fallhow many secrets can they read by your face?
Will they know of majesty
of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their « god » of bridled love
assuage our rule from planes above
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
WAR!
Wrest askew the nails
that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning
burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection
of a world that seeks no end
« We are what we are, what we shall be, again… »
Appear; draped in terror
to the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red
and let the others in…Summer’s dying…Through acrid clouds of summer flies
the garden swells with a thousand more wise
Forever flung to celestial dreams
clawing at the grave of the dead nazarene

I watch the storm approaching
the darkness calls my name
the trees are growing restless
they feel the season change
their fruit has putrified
forbidden once and bound to die
the thread of life lies severed
on the brink of paradise
Grinning winds of hate unfurled
dash towers tall that grip the sun
talons stretch beneath her veil
reclamation, our time has come…
Autumn spreads its golden wings
and lays the path for those unseen
a tangled web of evil spun at last…
Winter spawns from barren thighs
to readdress, to slay the blind
and throw the reins untethered to the skies
They pray to the full moon rising
Diana moving with such infinite grace
wrapped alone in a blanket of night
fallhow many secrets can they read by your face?
Will they know of majesty
of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their « god » of bridled love
assuage our rule from planes above
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
WAR!
Wrest askew the nails
that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning
burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection
of a world that seeks no end
« We are what we are, what we shall be, again… »
Appear; draped in terror
to the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red
and let the others in…Summer’s dying…