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CRADLE OF FILTH LYRICS
"From the Cradle to Enslave" (1999 EP)
1. From the Cradle to Enslave
2. Of Dark Blood and Fucking
3. Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover)
4. Sleepless (Anathema cover)
5. Pervert's Church (From the Cradle to Deprave)
6. Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version)
1. From the Cradle to Enslave
Two thousand fattened years like maniacsHave despoiled our common graveNow what necrophagous Second Coming backsFrom the cradle to enslave? Sickle constellations Stud the velts that welt the skyWhilst the Bitter winter moonProwls the clouds, dead,eyedLike shifting parent fleshUnder silk matricide... Watchful as she was upon EdenWhere every rose arbour and orchard she swepthid the hissing of a serpent LibidoIn an ancient tryst with catastropheSoon to be kept Hear that hissing now on the breezeAs through the plundered groves of the carnal gardenA fres horror blowsBut ten billion soulsAre blind to see the rotting wood for the trees This is the theme to a better ArmageddonNightchords rake the heavensPandaemonaeon And what use are prayers to that ´god´?As devils bay concenus for the space to pissOn your smouldering faithAnd the the mouldering faceOf this world long a paradise lost This is the end of everythingHear the growing chora that a new dawn shall bring Dance macabre ´neath the tilt of the zodiacNow brighter stars shall reflect on our fateWhat sick activities will be freed when those lights burn black?The darkside of the mirror always threw our malice back... I see the serpentine in your eyesThe nature of the beast as revelations arrive Our screams shall trail to AngelsFor those damned in flames repayAll sinners lose their lot on Judgement DayWe should have cut our losses as at CalvaryBut our hearts like heavy crosses held the vain beliefSalvation, like a promised nationGleamed a claim away... This is the end of everything you have ever knownBuried like vanquished reasonDeath in seasonDriven like the drifting snow Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising warOn our knees or another fucker´s shoreHeiling new fleshRead, then roaredTo a crooked cross and a Holy CauseWhat else be whipped to frenzy for? This is the end of everythingRear the tragediesThat the Seraphim shall sing Old adversariesNext of EveNow they´re clawing backI smell their cummingAs through webbed panes of meatLed by hoary DeathThey never leftDreaming sodomiesTo impress on human failureWhen we´ve bled upon our knees Tablatures of gravel lawShall see Gehennag pavedWhen empires fallAnd nightmares crawlFrom the cradle to enslave... This is the end of everything
2. Of Dark Blood and Fucking
Sister midnight comes blasphemingScreaming in the keys of faith and fearUnentweining our spines twists me to kneeling...Spilling like the moonlight on her glistering rear Defiled at heartIn this perfect hellUnder red leaves bleedingOver sealed chatéau we fellTo demonocracyWhere neither Adam or EveConceived of such iniquitesFrom pleasure or painOr the razor´s edge in between Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the sun... Writhing like a riverfluids moves a torrentBound to pleaseOn denierred kneesIn any wicked wayThat her whims may warrant I hang on every verbEvery dirty wordInterredIn her pornoglossa... Christlike, whipped and weakPainted nails driven through the meekYet in obituaryMy dreams still weepOf dark blood and fucking thee Thou art my seventh heaven burningGoing down as with the dayBaring lunar curvatureLike canvas for a lick of pain Writhing like a viperDeep inside her EdenForbidden to eatI kiss leylines to her feetThen baithing wrathI steal a pathBack to the fruits of her womb Back to the crack of her tomb... Her roseate sliverQuivers with snuff appealThe torque of her hipsLip-syncs me in for the killTongue-tied, tightroped and spread like diseaseI drain the cup of this Miss SireHer waters into wine for me Thou art my seventh angel squirming´Neath the forked tongue of the beastArching toward the fabledLike a sculptured nymph seeking base relief Whilst the world outside(A wood of suicide)Would die for this releaseOur slow orgasmic fuses greet... By night and by candleAt each other´s throatsIn a slick drift of redSetting god´s teeth on edgeWe were as wolves preying inside the foldOf a slaughtered lamb throwOn a four poster bed... Succulent, Succubus Laid without restIn the dead of the nightSucculent. Succubus In thy armsAnd thy wetnessOn glossed lips I tasteConspiracies, seccrecies, sorceries lacedWith thick unguent rumBlack-rayed suns and AutumnAlways in season for our nightfall from grace Gorge upon my seedStarved PersephoneSucculent. Succubus. Succour me That I might keepThee with me in HadesSucculent. Succubus. Succour me
3. Death Comes Ripping (Misfits cover)
Turn the lights down low And bolt the door up Future is coming Future rising up Whoa Shotgun blast, a demon piece of lead With both eyes open I wait up for the kill Feel the evil Feel the heat as I blast you open Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out And death comes ripping out Flesh and blood Too weak for you Turning it over A little too late to penetrate Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And it's going, death comes ripping You feel the heat as death comes ripping Rip your back out Death comes ripping And I know that death comes ripping out Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
4. Sleepless (Anathema cover)
And I often sigh I often wonder why I'm still here and I still cry And I often cry I often spill a tear Over those not here But still they are so near Please ease my burden And I still remember A memory and I weep In my broken sleep The scars they cut so deep Please ease my burden Please ease my pain Surely without war there would be no loss Hence no mourning, no grief, no pain, no misery No sleepless nights missing the dead ... Oh, no more No more war
5. Pervert's Church (From the Cradle to Deprave)
This is the end of everything
Rear the tragedies
That the Seraphim shall sing
6. Funeral in Carpathia (Be Quick or Be Dead version)
Candelabra snuffed prey - silhouette wedded Nightfall take my hand Seduce me with silky timbred limbs Grant me thy dark command Over the peaks framing tapestries Of thick forest, dusk has filled With Lucifugous kisses enwreathed in mist Creeping like violations from the shadows to kill Lucretia is my love in vein When thy tears bleed sweeter Thank the midsummer rain? Bewinged, infested belfries Toll o'er the sobbing throng A writhe of lethargic, terrored nudes Whipped and welted neath the barbed windsong.... (in saddean paradise Ancestral legacies linger on....) I am He The crowned and conquering darkness Satan robed in ecumenical filth Livid Bacchus sustained by bridal echelons of sylph This wintry eve when the snow glistens deep And sharpened turrets wed the jewelless skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed....
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