CRADLE OF FILTH: Vempire
Morceau : EBONY DRESSED FOR SUNSET
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : Vempire
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth
Inspired to mortal nightmare
Ebony dressed for sunset
In the dulcet whispers of the Damned
Morceau : THE FOREST WHISPERS MY NAME
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : Vempire
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 wine
my 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 downtrodden with scorn
in the dank, odiferous earth
We 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 path
to 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 Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss
Artemis be near me
in 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 : QUEEN OF WINTER, THRONED
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : Vempire
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth
Iniquitous
I share Carmilla’s mask
A gaunt mephitic voyeur
On the black side of the glass
Peering through the mirror
Deep dark and ominous
Consorting themes, demons I weave
Subservience from thee to lust
I am Corinthian light
Sharp-eyed, impassive whore
Burn the asafoetida
and rank petriachor
Lure me panthered Faustia
With cunt and veiled womb
To prowl thy inner sanctum walls
In Tirgoviste to resume
Control
Seduction, my obsessive art
A pantheon of tragedies inscribed upon the stars
Like thistled ruin, garbed around thy heart
Bacchanal Cinderella, desirious midnight passed
Leaving thee as sacrifice asleep within my arms
‘Midst dreams of robed redemption versed in sexual aftermath
When we ebb as tides together, carnal souls entwined
And orgasms expire, come puppet wires and the blind
(Purge)
Fires work in me
A lithe supremacy
I tear asunder heaven as I would all enemies
Impaler Lord
Flesh upon the sword
My lower lusts are sated, the greater herald war
I am thirst, spearheaded hunger
Sacrament and pain
Nails raked in savagery
When the cruel Countessa came
Exalt!
The Queen of death-white winter enthroned
Evil resplendent, in dusk red seething skies
Foam-flecked nightmares drag a moon
Of Draconian design
A love that never dies
Nefarious as her winds
Stirring silhouettes to rise
When stars fall pale
And to drown back in Her eyes
Is to madden ghosts within
To unhinge a thousand sins
From Death’s dark vale
“Blessed be these spells of winter
Unto us that wait with patience in
This secret garden
To storm our way into another
As yes undone”
(Surge)
Desert claims Eden
And Hyperborean
Visions of Utopia are driven from the sun
Iconoclast
Before thee angels clasped
In nakedness their ochre flesh
Shall yield to thy advance
She is all to me
Mysterious, alive
The howling in the deep woods
When cold festal stars aligned
A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil
Yesod vested in despotic upheaval
Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow
Forgotten ones enter as above, so below
The trees groan aghast as ghostly pallored clouds are rent
When the drunken earth heaves, sweep aside seas to ascend
From Sheol’s dank haunted wilderness
Thy seal upon Nuit’s starry vault to incense the sleepers, dead
Queen of Winter, throned
The murderess lurked in vulgar caresses
Vestal masturbation
(Purity) Overthrown
Darkness
In raven feathered dress
Sides with Death at chess
Their pawns are many and the enemy
Powerless
When the miscreants fell dead
She took to conjuring spells in the cusp of the night
And the bestial floor shook with terrible life
I rise before thee Queen
To feed our lusts on the blood of the weak
To rule heaven and worlds crawling beneath
Satanic Tyranny
Morceau : NOCTURNAL SUPREMACY
Style : Black Metal
Tiré de l’album : Vempire
Composé par : Cradle Of Filth
Paroles par : Dani Filth
Weak midnight promises of love
Were wept upon Her grave
And shunned by stars above
In mortal life lurks my dismay
An Angel stole my heart
and Death took Her away
She sleeps beyond the grace of god
A dreaming beauty
If wishes could only fray that bond
The dead would sing for me…
Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet’s serenade
Her name a whisper ‘pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came
“Fear me not my grieving King
Funereal in breath
The secrets of the dark I know
And thus, we shall cheat Death”
My promises wrought though despondence that night
Have delivered me gifts from the grave
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life
Never a Devil so vain
The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost
And no heaven would silence the pain
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost
Desire for warm blood again
Princess lay down thy florid cheek
In drunken splendour
Tonight rare regal fate has cast
The wolves among the sheep
Dark nature clasp my soul
Around Her throat mine arms enfold
To sleep, perchance to dream
And then…
To dusk and flesh ascend
The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies
and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide
From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore
Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war
As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day
To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey
We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous
Eternity
Damnation
Salvation
Stigmata plague
The wine of Bacchus flows
Listen to the thunder rage
Deceivers dragged before their cross
I am He that vanquished Death
And bore the sting of loss
What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns
And sweet Rorasa laughs
I am enamoured and imparadised
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes
“I will crush them all
If this holds thy delight”
Rather dead forever than to lose her
Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite