Тексты песен «Cradle Of Filth»

"Oh, sweet Midian I burn for thee at heart Don't despair Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather To where pleasure rings deep secrets In spurts after dark..." * Under full moons waxing lyrically...

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...

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...

"Mirror, mirror on the wall Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all? For if I shall see thy Will be done Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue" Three moondials froze in the shadow of six As another...

A celebration of the damned The unfettered few who choose to roam Sharing more than sexual excess Sowing more than vexing stones Favourite haunts of depravation Where the morning fears to tread Covenant revere the...

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...

With the snow fallen thick And bonfires alit And shooting stars portents of rips I ascended to spur A mere glimpse or murmur From her precious celestial lips Be it sun to your moon Be it moon to your sun...

A storm to break steeples is nigh I feel it in my deviant pathology The autumn leaves no longer sigh But instead is a virulent cacophony Stricken in the dead of night Fear quickens me to flee or fight This otherworldly...

Today was spent in languor Drifting through the fold As midsummer vent its glamour In cobbled streets a thousandfold I bore cruelty from the sun The jewelry that it hung About me God it stung Like life's betrayal Now...

Purring, the sweet-tempered soughing Of lucrative savannah winds, Stirs the great flotsam of clouds that vowing to usher the evening in Affecting the set of the reckoning sun From burnished gold to crimson hue Before...