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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:51 am | |
| 9. The Foetus Of A New Day Kicking
I'm chaos international The writing on the wall A Lazarus in parable
A dark and sullen lullaby Whispered softly as you die Promising torments are nigh
Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking...
The foetus of a new day kicking
It's true that Jesus cannot save I'm rising from the grave To put my double cross to shame
A poison rush, a heart attack A white assassin painted black You'll fear this reaper coming back
Danger warning levels hissed out loud I saw the silver lining hidden in a mushroom cloud Now I'm reeling from the shock at ground zero
If yesterday you would have stood up proud Then why tonight have you thrown in with the stoning crowd? I'll breathe through the foetus of a new day kicking...
On a night like this You laid the serpent's kiss In this garden of Gethsemane You played the traitor well...
In a dawn to come I will blind the sun To grant you pardon as my enemy
Before damning you to hell...
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| 10. Rise Of The Pentagram
One dark afternoon Like a shadow I flew Through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest For when we undressed Blasphemies against Venus were rent
Though a sister removed Her white body approved The parade of my heavenly quests
Yet, all tongues are not true Some are forked or askew Like an uncivil serpent's at best
For ousted from Eden I fausted all reason Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves And hot virgin coves Where in the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others Mathistrisses that don't give a damn
But for those that still do My deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram!
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| 11. Under Huntress Moon
With the snow fallen thick And bonfires alit And shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse of murmur From her precious celestial lips
Be it sun to your moon "Be it moon to your sun" Together we promised to come With a turn of the screw And a slip of the tongue We eclipsed one another undone
Through the mist, through the woods With the night-wraiths I've stood Atop murderous peaks calling you On storm-lashed beachheads Where the fisherman dread The things your bewitchments accrue
Those deep creatures bring Her cut diamond rings A girl with a pearl necklace her Advancing in fevers Tsunamis and myrrh Will she wreak bloody vengeance or purr?
She lights the skies Dressed in silver scales plucked from the ocean To spite her thighs That Lucifer snuck inside And with his pride Enclaves were upgraded to Goshen So paradise Could shine from out her skirts
"I adorn myself at dusk With ornaments to close the noose A kiss as red as blood and cold as hell
My body glows with lust Anaemic as the flag of truce I raised at dawn to catch you in my spell"
With every twist I cannot resist her Fertile female mind control This wanton witch, white rapids sister To whom I pour my wine and soul
From a copse of black yews Where the moon was drawn through Like a sword through a Gordian knot She descended to me Claiming swift victory Over the heart I had near soon forgot
With every kiss this huntress whispered; "Yield to my sweet embrace One night of bliss". I could not dismiss her Once her beauty shot me a darker face
You mesmerise my soul Diana You mesmerise my soul
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:52 am | |
| 12. Temptation
[Heaven 17 cover]
I've never been closer I've tried to understand That certain feeling Called by another sound But it's too late to hesitate We can't keep on living like this
Leave no track Don't look back
All I desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation Adorable creatures Temptation With unacceptable features Temptation And trouble is coming Temptation It's just the high cost of loving Temptation You can take it or leave it Temptation But you'd better believe it
You've got to make me an offer That cannot be ignored So let's head for home now Everything I have is yours Step by step and day by day Every second counts I can't break away
Leave no trace Hide your face
Full of desire Temptation Keep climbing higher and higher Temptation And you can take it or leave it Temptation But you'd better believe it yeah
Step by step Day by day Every second counts I can't break away
Keep us from temptation [x3] Lead us not into temptation
Trying to find it Temptation You've got to get up behind it Temptation Put your dime in the hot slot Temptation But it's a million to one shot Temptation You think that you're right Temptation Your gonna face it tonight now Temptation Give me a breakdown Temptation Because it's time for a shakedown Temptation [x16]
[female laughter]
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| 15. The Snake-Eyed And The Venomous
[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]
They see me there Their eyes are everywhere Sniffing at the linen for the dirt I feel their burning stare That hate will later flare And writhe upon their women full of hurt
Lace magic ink with venom, critics Milked from infant teeth Though scathing blows are so arthritic When they're set on slow repeat
They know I care Smell storm clouds in the air Hissing at the bit above my heart But though I dare The dyed black route of splitting hairs I favour not to tempt the poisoned apple cart
I feel two needles rising Snake eyes are hypnotising I know they seethe, despising All that we possess
I feel two needles rising The truth is always blinding Their lies, unappetising Toxins to digest
They breed nightmares Dark horses of despair Taking twisted courses in the art And were I there To bet my bones on grave affairs I'd have their guts for garters from the start
I feel two needles rising Snake eyes are hypnotising I know they seethe, despising All that we possess
I feel two needles rising The truth is always blinding Their lies, unappetising Toxins to digest
It's not without hate to crawl flat in the filth As other less basilisks fly And brothers are clasped to the breasts of a sylph As their royal loves slither to die So shedding dead skin, working true colours loose Renewing the red in their eyes They coil like sin within thinning excuse Cold-blooded to sharpen the lies
Uncivil serpents, race deceivers Disfigureheads varnished with fevers Snake-house creepers in our dreams Of Eden, flee before we mean To throw the worms out with the waters Rife with hated spawn And set a sword to whirl and slaughter All vipers at the gates of dawn
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| 16. Halloween II
[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]
eins zwei drei vier
Formulae ueteres exorsismorum et excommunicationum Strigas et fictos lupinam credere Metamorphosis lycanthropy Possunt inquam
Daemon pellem lupinam Quodam cauae Arboris occultandum occultandum [x3]
[Chorus (x3)] Halloween Halloween Halloween Go, Halloween
Metamorphosis lycanthropy Possunt inquam Metamorphosis lycanthropy Possunt inquam
[Chorus (x3)]
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| 17. Courting Baphomet
[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]
Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Kissing hearses in their land
Send away the pumpkin carriage Blind mice in your head Parade themselves like sacrilegious Envoys of the dead For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice
Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod
We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie
Tonight the black guards came to rape And ruin those souls empathising With fleeing far away Thrown to the Tigris river curves Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising They thought they caught us Courting Baphomet
Courting Baphomet
Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod
She walked the world When the world was made to dress In a perfect darkness A murderess in flame Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled The crack of a whip on the lips of anger Why would your holy order Not be wholly slain?
Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With just verses for the damned For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Pissing curses in the sand
We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie
We raise our devil horns
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| 18. Stay
[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]
If this world is wearing thin And you're thinking of escape I'll go anywhere with you Just wrap me up in chains But if you try to go alone Don't think I'll understand
Stay with me Stay with me
In the silence of your room In the darkness of your dreams You must only think of me There can be no in between When your pride is on the floor I'll make you beg for more
Stay with me Stay with me
You'd better hope and pray That you make it safe Back to your own world You'd better hope and pray That you'll wake one day In your own world Cause when you sleep at night They don't hear your cries In your own world Only time will tell If you can break the spell Back in your own world
Stay with me Stay with me Stay, stay with me Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay Stay with me
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| 19. Devil To The Metal
[Harder, Darker, Faster: Thornography Deluxe 2008 track]
Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the bugler
High voltage bolts the cellar door Switch thrown at midnight's peak To start the heart of a scarlet whore Gauged infernally
A poetess in night's profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seamstress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities
Devil to the metal
Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine Laced with grime from the spiral of time Wherein spins cruel order
The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally
Passion rides the great unholy Ipsissimus of love's despair Her ashen grin would shine, if only Death would not sit smiling there Her beauty freezes reason Like Helen at the reins Of the rampant horse Apocalypse On the shore that it was made
Devil to the metal
She fucks at unknown angles Bleeds her victims to the bone And in their guts untangled Casts her runic eyes of stone She will violate the future Annihilate the past Paving way in butcher trades The red brick road through mankind's arse
Abandon reason, life the veil Darker seasons are released Storm crows gather in black masses at the pane
Go to sleep beyond the pale She is set to murder peace Rome, Jerusalem and Mecca are aflame
'Under pregnant skies I come alive like Miss Leviathan Dripping with the ripples of concern All of heaven's eyes are fixed, as only my desire can Tear them from the stars I start to burn'
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| Shat Out Of Hell
Eclipsing violent centuries Like a dark scar over France Enter the nascent Gilles de Rais A warrior and a scholar He fought for Joan Of Arc Before she met with martyrdom in flames
Far from fairytale A deathshead on his sail A light that would not fail Beneath her spell But the crucifix was veiled When his decadence prevailed In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell
Shat out of Hell
Frozen in iniquity A passion for awe in an age of grief His wealth and power led him on To the tainted gates of Babylon
Born beneath the howling stars In a shower of golden Lys A wolf-cub with the world between his sabre teeth Torn between extremes of faith The pious and the priests He fed the Devil children like he threw his mastiffs meat
Far from fairytale The coffin and the nail Descending to the pale Under the spell Of alchemists who failed To clench the menstrual grail In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell
Shat out of Hell
Grown so morbid without war The wine corrupted, nightmares spored His Lord's betrayal, played no more He beat upon the Devil's door
Demanding pleasures to replace Joan Of Arc, her epic grace Had set aflame his wolfheart with her truth And when she died, his life of pride Was lost to God and in his crimes He turned to raising Satan with the proof
Soon nightly, unsightly Offerings were made on a vulgar altar And slowly, but surely The darkness answered like a falling star
Far from fairytale Insanity exhaled A full-blown winter gale Under it's spell Innocents assailed Were entered and impaled In a drench of red regaled He was shat out of Hell
Shat out of Hell
Perverse, seductive, cruel as sin An egotist, he mourned Both war and glory, schooled to win Whatever bored imagination spawned
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| The Death Of Love
[Narration by Doug Bradley:] Her penultimate sighs Called softy on the kindling wind Her saintly eyes filling with tears, lifting with truth And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love
Where will you be when they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they tense for warfare?
Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when God is glorifying?
Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns Devoted to the votive, holy standard above 'By command of the king of Heaven' Came the death of love
Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they're vilifying?
Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when the dark is rising?
Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound
But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above To Lord upon the slaughter Like a sword through hissing water She arose where archers sought her For the death of love
The righteous death of love
Gilles adored her drama Her suit of pure white armour Blazed against the English in a torrent of light
And as they rallied onto night A cancer fled his soul Dissolving...
Framed amid the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She made him click without desire And in his eyes she swam a Goddess
And even when they caught her breath Her words would leave a scar 'For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'
How will you breathe when their wheels are turning? How will you know if the sky is burning? Where will you be my darling? How will you breathe when their wheels are turning?
Where will you be when Babel builds my fire? Will you not flee and label me pariah? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they light my pyre?
Aligned with Joan in all That was enthroned and divine He swore to score the crimes Jackdaws poured on this dove Crimes he knew alone Derived from minds of the blind The church unfurled for murder perched Upon the death of love
Framed amid the thick of fire Aflame, a Valkyrie She claimed the skies were lit with spires And in his eyes she swam a Goddess
And even when she fought for breath Her words would leave a scar 'For only in the grip of darkness Will we shine amidst the brightest stars'
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| The 13th Caesar
[Narration by Doug Bradley:] Oh, how my rampant desire Ripped from the presence of God Now hungered like a beast For the knowledge of evil
When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all A cold and jagged abyss bled of sense The throne he earned Through God's benevolence Started his own fall Clothing ragged dogma in his own magnificence
Here the stench, the gold events The bold inventions of the will Luxuries and splendours past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled
A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over Genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Kissing terrors with paralysis
His brash canvas insulted the view moving heaven and earth to please the Tumultitudes, whom his strange retinue drew To assert the thirteenth Caesar
The thirteenth Caesar Ichor kicked inside his veins The thirteenth Caesar War was licked, for shame The thirteenth Caesar Sicker, but just as vain The thirteenth Caesar Gilles De Rais
When Joan was burnt He knew malevolence At the heart of all He swore henceforth he would serve evil alone
Here the stench, the gold events The insurrection of his will Theatre and feasts past the ken of mortal men Every wanton bent desire went fulfilled
A Daemon sat upon the top of the world Like a Herod over genesis They sang hosannas as his banners unfurled Striking terror intro menaces
Suetonius and Ovid Filled the moonstruck dreams With the purple of Rome
His Venus of arena-blood was dead And he was storming home
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| Tragic Kingdom
Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
Dusk descended like a final curtain On this stage only death was certain Singing through the turrets Like a velvet serenade
Played near a grave
Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon Applauded, then accorded them Portents of doom
Almost too soon...
They pissed upon the winds That rocked the cradles Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves They kissed and sinned Under overstocked tables As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
Gilles sat sipping damson absinthe From a goblet made of bone As lightning ripped and danced upon The flagstones Wayward fantasies marched on home
Now the treetops bowed to whisper In a thin Disney veneer They knew the howls so exquisitely honed Were those of children, disappeared
They'd listened to the winds Heard the murdered Abel Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
Where the list of sins Grew beyond a fable They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
Restless with debauch
Restless with debauch This tragic kingdom Would see God's angels walk Away...
Satanic, enigmatic His black magic was ecstatic Megalomaniac in titanic displays Dressed in the best Wicked britches of the West He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe
But all his nightmares would come true Drowning in a stream of unbounded pleasure
Here sat Babylon Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
Like a curse upon This tragic kingdom
The moon bleared through the skeletal trees Averting her face from congenital deeds
Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved About this place laced with demon seed
Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes Announced his fears, one night of sighs A night for cursing nursery rhymes In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
(The track gets blacker for this tragic kingdom)
Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip Steered to near ruin in successive years Of the most of excess and the best of it here In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows
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| Sweetest Maleficia
[Narration:] "I conjure you Barron, Satan, Beelzebub By the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit By the Virgin Mary and all the saints To appear in person, so that you may speak to us And fulfill our desires Come at my bidding and I will grant you Whatever you want, however vile And the curtailing of my life"
He would rise triumphant All done up On a plume of raven wings Trafficking with sycophants Sharing his cup Amidst other graver things
Alchemists and sorcerers stitched his head With the stench of pitch and myrrh
The devout faded out but the pagan remained The candles burnt low and still nothing came Bearing golden secrets from a cold malevolent race
He would have his demon! He would have his vice! All save his soul was up for sacrifice! Despite their raising not a single hair Everything stank of witchcraft there
From the stained chapel to the statued lawn In Caprineum on the lake To the still lit crypts and the slit of dawn Sliding down the towers, it all smelt fake
He needed answers not advice Intending to devise A lengthy train of torture for the fool Who thought a seance would suffice Or sighted, furred in dragonflies The signature of Satan on a wall
Sweetest Maleficia
Planchette to Blanchet, from ghosts to a priest Returning with a spider for the poisonous feast The Italian astrologer Prelati, spinning sin
His fingertips were scented with The tears from seraphim cheeks Part glamour and a hammer Cadaverous and glib Commanding in a voice of frozen peaks
He would have his demon! He would have his gold! Out of control Gilles' soul was sold Under mistletoe and the glistening snow Kissing in the shadow of abandoned saviours
"So I shall conjure Thee demons of the Netherworld"
(From the banquet hall to the stable gates A graveyard shift in tone Sank upon the castle, like a papal weight Or a deep philosophical stone)
The air was sick with trepidation Despair and desperation Then he fixed his covenant in blood Now all was rich and tapestried Fragrant wine to shitty mead His new world opened with a claret flood
Time was right, this wretched night To etch the circles clear again...
As a labyrinth of razors led a blind man to the stars So too Prelati brought the dark It's name was Barron, eyes like catastrophic tar Imbibed with fire They fed him shredded infants on an altar full of scars
Entangled in a dream The mirrors full of steam He scarce could see Joan's face reflecting through
His last attempt to grasp at God Lay blackened in a holy fog And now there were only devils to pursue
Gilles was wrapped in a velvet spell Of Hell and her seductions
The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron, spitting acid, as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying embers writhed
Sweetest Maleficia
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| Subject: Re: Cradle of Filth Mon Aug 30, 2010 10:55 am | |
| Honey And Sulphur
[Narration:] "So potent was the star under which I was born That I have done no one in the world has done Nor can ever do"
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
All Saints Day, the taint of rain Blood and mud and thunder all the same To those who close their ranks to Gille's men
Bricqueville, Prelati and De Sille Creatures of the dark creeping up and down the countryside Brittle angels out to pasture once again
Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom That the superstitions grew Wise to the wolves that surprised their children Gagged in sacks and dragged back to
Tiffauges It's roads now home to a beautiful stranger Lifting her veil Spinning her lies Tender eyes, never-ending danger
It grows A rose that chose death for it's bedmuck Prickles in wait Thanking her spies Trickling thighs her only hiccup
And though she walks the forest trails She's far from innocent or frail She leads them down the path where darkness dwells
That night is rife with celebration The tower sings Where so much foul illumination Strikes a lighthouse for the things That slither and slather at the border of the pentagram Mid sour dreams A beauty pageant for the gathering damned Of slaughtered lambs and tortured screams
Praeclarum Custodem Ovium Lupum
Torture garden rules of thumb apply To sacred flesh and the naked eye Golgothic this erotica Stinking of honey and worse, sulphur
So black was the magic in this tragical kingdom In this castle of loup-garou When moonstruck veins, inflamed, deranged on A parcel of victims now tied to
Tiffauges Engorged on the hordes of the anorexic Cherubim forced Naked and blind A holocaust mind designed their exit
A libertine so grim Sometimes tore them limb from limb Slitting their throats Pissing on graves Jesus saved but the devil made him
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| Midnight Shadows Crawl To Darken Counsel With Life
[Narration:] "Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with poniards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room from a pole or by a hook and chords and strangled them And when they were languishing I committed with them the evils of the flesh"
The evening air laps thick about The stagnant moat that Tiffauges claims As dusk now slips away Where taught to run, the rotten tongue Of a hotter Götterdämerung Has started licking like a flame
Whispers in the dismal mist Are full of crystal promises
Black rites begun in earnest Ignite Hell's hungry furnace
Behold the bold inauguration of the darkside Demonic passions climbing Ill-fated stars aligning
Tonight these sights are guaranteed to feed the master The tide of blood is rising His gifts will be providing
Unmasked, the phantom lord De Rais Haunts the furthest tower Wherein death has sucked the hour
There, throttled gasps tantamount to foreplay And drooling razors next to come Unspool red secrets from the young
The moon grinned full, the games were chaste When the children first arrived Now midnight shadows crawl apace To darken counsel with their lives
Flesh and ecstasy as sport Are immortal vices of the highest order Wherein devilry holds sway Behind blind walls where these cockatrice squalled Their songs of Necronomicon Spoke out of Gilles De Rais
Each murdered son, each frozen rose Handpicked, was gently fed To the sumptuous one in black and those Whose lives were thrown in with the dead
The candles lit, the stage was set As it was in sainted days When censers swung and banners hung On the Siege of Orleans on the painted Seine
Now the castle floats in the drifting fog Torn from it's moorings Like a shipwreck dredged from Hell As innocents entreat a shifting God Their voices soaring On a silver tide to heaven On a knife edge as they fell
The blade would plunge in virulent arcs Such wounds would stretch away By the fireside, warmed to creative sparks Of the monster Gilles De Rais
Gilded Gilles De Rais
Comets vomited The restless bells of crime Peeled back skin from broken bones Of angels cut from the nicks of time
Festering faces with painted eyes The prettiest kept to be thrust inside Gaping necromantic from the mantle-side Caked in kissed goodbyes
Days faded in decay The stench of perfume lied No horror in the glades of man Was left for Barron to provide
So unique was the beat of his poisoned heart And it's sordid, morbid crack No further atrocity could possibly surpass Unrewarded, bored, he turned his back
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| Darkness Incarnate
"Something thicker than despair Rides upon the midnight air The smell of blood, the taste of prey We spy you hiding Gilles de Rais"
Under August swelter After banquet and soiree When spiced wine and song Have further heated veins To the ninth degree as tenacula Hold another body in their sway Gilles retires from the grasping fires That will ashen the remains
Darkness incarnate
Demons in his semen That once clung about the throats Of children dragged from cellars to his rooms Now permeate the castle All who sleep dream of the goat That dark eclectic harbinger of doom
Nightingales sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted veils over bitter truth
The stairs ran helter-skelter His bedchamber besieged By phantoms who sheltered In it's furs, remorse Sought to overwhelm him Like a lantern of disease That shone on rotten faces Of those murdered out in force
Darkness incarnate
Fleeing ghosts so indisposed To his Satanic love Of children dragged from cellars to his feast He rose, a carnal wind opposed To those that sat above Tearing out into the forest like a beast
The night wind sang of tragedy Whispers were made of blasphemy Vain, insane, this brute aloof Drew tainted sails over naked truth
Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw The trees become obscenities Semen drip from every bough As if he rooted Nature like a whore
Dryads tongued under skirts of leaves Surrendering branches that slenderly pleased The Mocking orifices and the forest on her knees
Then once besotted, knotted trunks now grew Rotten, venereal, cancerous, blue The clotting of his heart to a rank cantankerous tune
"Death is only a matter of a little pain"
Beneath the sallow moonlight In a wonderland of pain Gilles fled back to the castle Terrified and drained He sought his deep red velvet bed And the sleep it preordained Exhausted, forced into the dead The creep of nightmares came again
Madness clouded everything Like a lycanthropic shroud And through it's ghastly lineaments he saw Hundreds of slain children Some came crawling disembowelled To where he stretched out howling on all fours
Corpses tore at his legs and knees As he clawed to the cross, begging reprieve From a Lord that soared above the awful scene
He sobbed and wept, no voice was left To scream, the dream was not drubbed yet He heard the horrors hiss beside him,
'Herod, you'll regret...'
'Who hears the tears of nightfall? Who steers the spears so spiteful?'
"Oh my dearest angels, go pray to God for me"
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| Ten Leagues Beneath Contempt
Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret Another night of blight had slowly passed The morning skies once fresh and bright Darkened down no near twilight Once could smell the end of days were coming fast
Gilles wandered as in purgatory Beyond the grave of his estate Neither Heaven, Hell or peasantry Were present save projected hatred
He knew suspicion, he felt derision And grief like a sharpened stake Pierce his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take
Vain glorious, a Lord, devout? He thought his soul exempt From guilt and doubt, there's no way out Ten leagues beneath contempt
(He drank an ocean quoting Joan the maiden A vampire's pious rant His hot blood stank of devotion laden With bias for love's covenant)
Awaking in a sweat Forsaking pleasure for regret His choired chapel sighed with his laments As accusations reached a roar Investigations breached the door He put up nothing save his favours in defense
The Church stirred in it's Roman lair The grease had long been spent Now all tongues spat at Tiffauges there Ten leagues beneath contempt
Just one falter One misplaced deed And Gilles would be undone As he teetered on the verge of defeat
Profaning God's altar Bursting in on evening Mass He threatened there to crucify the priest
Drunk on fiery wine With the storm lashing behind He then threw this Philistine To his foulest dungeon
And money owed or not The Priest released or left to rot His blatant sacrilege begot A war machine of papal Rome
They came for him in mourning splendour With the blessing of the Saints His fawning grin in sweet surrender A lesson in enforced restraint
He knew suspicion, he felt derision And fear like a sharpened stake Pierce his heart, and now the start Of his unknitting began to take
He thought courts bought with golden crowns Rich Bishops he could tempt But traitor's gate was sought and found Ten leagues beneath contempt
Ten leagues beneath contempt
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| Godspeed On The Devil's Thunder
"This is the moment I go to God"
Burning like derision on the prism of night Still squirming from the sermon, those determined parasites Meant to overpower and bedizen his light He paced his tower prison with a dissonant appetite The moon was black
Devil may care Three times he'd glared before his judges Darkening there With a Wormwood mind And a gullet of poison
Asked He thought the court a farce His tongue as sharp as glass A bastard to the last This truth assassin...
..tautened his claws at the ruinous cast Flexing vexation at clerics aghast In uproar he caused the cross to be masked And the hex of exile from God's Kingdom passed
Back in the mirror, shattered vanity died The curse even clearer on the sanity side Banished from the lavish tracts of paradise From Heaven's shored poured to the sore divide
The moon was black
Devil may care Their thunder sundered all his veils Thickening there His beligerent pulse To a sickening crawl
Yes He'd fostered wickedness Fed vipers at his breast Inflicted death's caress So now to suffer...
He'd burn, discern That his second turn Would last for eternity In reckoning flames
That night his plight marched in demented Parades O'er a rainbow of black magic scars The blood ran to fear, turned to torment in spades Deep in the sleep of this heretic, barred
The nightmares were livid, occultist, depraved His epiphany struggled to come But dawn found him there, redemptive, prepared Like Christ to Golgotha, his face to the sun
All fears were smeared When Joan had appeared In a shower of tears Last vestige of innocence
Yearning for her vision of divinity Of her miracles and dreamt lyrical deeds
He would meet her at the pyre as the fire kissed And together they'd climb to God, entwined in bliss
Devil may care He awed the court with a sworn confession Quickening there His radiant death And acute renewal
Thus The end was glorious He went like Jesus trussed To shadow and to dust At the stroke of seven
And With thieves at both his hands The Reaper of these lands Wept with holy plans As he choked to heaven
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| 13. Corpseflower
"I have told you the truth and everything as it happened"
"All the evil that I could do has been accomplished I am redeemable and I believe The clemencies of God And suffrages of the Holy Church Have succoured me with much mercy I have only ever wished to satisfy my desires" | |
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| 14. Balsamic And Anathema
[Special Edition bonus disc track]
"No human power can stop the will of heaven from being asserted."
Worming through the mark Of Ezekiel and Mark Through the chapters of Honorius Gilles, as in a trance Screwed the pages up and danced Courting something vainly glorious
He walked he gravest night That decrepit final juncture Of doom and negativity Reeking of death And the gloom of Stygian light
When suddenly, the faintest whisper! A curtain opened in a painted vista Moonbeams swept into his dream... Balsamic and anathema
Balsamic and anathema
Prelati full of stars Magical, ecstatic stars That sparkled, no debacle sought to douse His fiery omnipresence Hissed at heaven, evanescent He was there to thwart the burning of his Faust
The gates were prised, the phantom horses Snorted, restless to be gone With enchantment's eyes upon the door, he cried- 'Come with me now!'
Gilles balked, the thought of life Accused and pursued And overridden by morbidity Saddened his breath For those destined for his knife
Then suddenly - the strangest feeling One that left the angels reeling Atonement crept into his midst Balsamic and anathema
Balsamic and anathema
Prelati, full of stars This abductor of his heart Promised him horizons free of pain But all the grand designs Magic sings and midnight wines In the dream-world couldn't hope to swerve his aim
He would stay and face his slayers Cardinals and courtroom players Whilst Prelati must now flee before The pure and azure dawn...
The gates were wide, the phantom horses Snorted, restless to be gone With enchantment's eyes upon the door Once more he cried 'Come with me now!'
Prelati full of stars Tried to pull him from the dance Summoning his Barron to perform But as the Demon rose In sweet miracles of prose And propaganda, came a proper bible storm
Lightning - grinning, froze On this murder-site of crows And from the scattered ashes stepped a sylph The maiden Joan of Arc Crept more beautiful and dark A paradise, a cradle free of filth
She was chaste beyond all graces The face of faith illuminated More precious than Prelati's spell A Goddess in a dream...
And trembling in her arm Her eyes a thousand golden psalms That glittered as on Christmas night He wept like Hallowe'en
He held the scene, the poignant gleam Of peace and great serenity Close to his heart, her parting kiss He slept to wake released in bliss
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| Into The Crypt Of Rays
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[Celtic Frost cover]
Years of plead, behind the walls Chambers and vaults, Scenes of fright Unspoken Words, in pain and dread 140 lives passed his hands
Gilles De Ray's... The perverted son The holy man... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays...
Alluring children for his masses Robbing and buying young souls Sacrifice to morbid demons Satisfy his repulsive sexual lust
Gilles De Ray's... The perverted son The holy man... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays...
"So this is for the morbid one, The braveless and sick Shivering laughter shrilled through the tombs Sexual offence and perverted rites Watching them limp and die... Wizards and darkness, Gilles' dreams Halfway came true..."
As a late medieval's French marshall Unrestrained, with endless ambitions Personal guard for Jeanne D'Arc ...the rising of his soul to god...
Gilles De Ray's... The perverted son The holy man... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays... Into Crypts of Rays...
Overdone Mystism and Desperate Satanism Are just one small step apart There's no human scheme in the beyond...
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| Devil To The Metal
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Polluting the honesty of Christ with poisoned wine Laced with lines from the end of time From the herald and the bugler
High voltage bolts the cellar door Switch thrown at midnight's peak To start the heart of a scarlet whore Gauged infernally
A poetess in night's profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seamstress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities
Devil to the metal
Devil to the metal!!
Diluting the authority of life with sewer brine Laced with grime from the spiral of time Wherein spins cruel order
The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally
Passion rides the great unholy Ipsissimus of love's despair Her ashen grin would shine, if only Death would not sit smiling there Her beauty freezes reason Like Helen at the reins Of the rampant horse Apocalypse On t he shore that it was made
Devil to the metal
DEVIL TO THE METAL
She fucks at unknown angles Bleeds her victims to the bone And in their guts untangled Casts her runic eyes of stone She will violate the future Annihilate the past Paving way in butcher trades The red brick road through mankind's arse
Abandon reason, life the veil Darker seasons are released Storm crows gather in black masses at the pane
Go to sleep beyond the pale She is set to murder peace Rome, Jerusalem and Mecca are aflame
'Under pregnant skies I come alive like Miss Leviathan Dripping with the ripples of concern All of heaven's eyes are fixed, as only my desire can Tear them from the stars I start to burn'
The big hand strokes the Little Horn Not thrown for charity To win the sins of the decadent, born To wage eternally
A poetess in night's profane station Threading lies like silver seas A seam stress for an amputee nation Wedded to depravities
Devil to the metal
Devil to the metal....
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| Courting Baphomet
[Special Edition bonus disc track]
Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With hissing firebrands For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Kissing hearses in their land
Send away the pumpkin carriage Blind mice in your head Parade themselves like sacrilegious Envoys of the dead For in this house of the dark Madonna Flesh will pleasure life For free of sin we would dishonour All that virgin sacrifice
Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod
We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie
Tonight the black guards came to rape And ruin those souls empathising With fleeing far away Thrown to the Tigris river curves Of our star tiara-ed Ishtar rising They thought they caught us
Courting Baphome t
Courting Baphomet
Gut our city, slaughter all within Save the gold that goes to God Show no pity for we worship sin Spare not the old nor lightning rod
She walked the world When the world was made to dress In a perfect darkness A murderess in flame Nature curled, unleashed, unfurled The crack of a whip on the lips of anger Why would your holy order Not be wholly slain?
Wishing in contempt of love The righteous came to burn our forest With just verses for the damned For though we serve the gentle curves Of our serpent-girdled Eastern Goddess They thought they caught us Pissing curses in the sand
We raise our devil horns To those who sit on high For down amidst the thorns We lie
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| The Love Of Death (Remix)
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So i shall conjure thee demons of the netherworld Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be they tense for warfare? What will you see with your innocence there? Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Where will you be when God is glorifying? There we will be between the dead and dying Prophecies and glory forge a massive disdain
For lying passive in the shadows whilst the enemy reigns
Where will you be when they're vilifying? How will they see when the truth is blinding? Where will you be my darling? Where will you be when they're vilifying? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Where will you be when the dark is rising? How will you keep from it's terrorizing? Burning was the sunset like a portent of doom On the saintly iron maiden as she fell from her wound
But visions and ambition Never listened to submission And she was on a mission from the highest above
For the death of love
The righteous death of love
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